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nirvanawrites111 · 1 year ago

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Focus On Me (Sub!Yugyeom x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Yugeom x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5337

Genre: Yugyeom is your fanboy and you're a famous r&b singer, he's not an Idol.

Warnings: Smut, femdom, pegging, rimming, oral (fem receiving), Yugyeom calls you ma'am, goddess, mistress, fem pronouns

Minors DNI pls.

Smut below the cut

As the stage lights dim, you are drenched in sweat and adrenaline, and you take a moment to soak in the love and energy of your loyal fans. You stand up and take your final bow before heading to the backstage area.

The cool air backstage is a sense of relief, contrasting sharply with the heat of the stage lights. Your manager greets you and hands you a cold bottle of water, and you thank them.

The sounds of backstage cheering and clapping from your staff and team ground you a bit. Your heart is still beating fast after performing in front of your roaring crowd of forty thousand people.

There are so many people backstage, but you only have one person on your mind.

"Great job, Y/n," your manager hands you your favorite flowers, sunflowers, and compliments you for your second sold-out show in Las Vegas.

You waltz over to your boyfriend, Jaehyun, and kiss him quickly.

"Hi, baby," you smile and hug him. You feel his warm embrace, and he kisses the top of your head.

"Y/n, you were amazing out there! You topped your last show. I'm so proud of you," Jaehyun praises you, and your lips curl into a smile, and you peck another kiss against his lips.

Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flash of white light as people snap photos of the two of you.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and leads you back to your dressing room. You follow him, head into the room, and close the door behind you.

Once the door closes, Jaehyun sits on the couch and wipes his lips. "Did you have to wear so much lip gloss?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to make sure I look good on the jumbotron so that my fans in the nosebleeds can see me sparkle."

You sit in front of the vanity and roll your eyes at him. You start using wipes to remove your makeup.

"I guess. Next time wipe it off before I kiss you."

"Yeah, okay. It's not like I wanted to kiss you anyways," you retort.

"The feeling is mutual. Plus, I don't know where your lips have been."

"I could say the same about you."

"You can't can't say that I've only been with one person. I'm in a committed relationship with my partner."

"Good for you. This fake breakup can't come soon enough," you groan and grab the wipes to clean the makeup from your face.

"Trust me, I'm only here for the clout."

"Please, you need it for your image Mr. Ice cold, and so you build up your POC audience for your solo debut," you remind him.

"Yeah yeah. We need each other. So, we're scheduled to be seen at the club after your show. Your outfit is on your hotel bed," he informs you.

"Perfect. I say we stay for an hour, kiss a few times, and then leave. Is that enough?" You ask.

"I think so. Maybe, we snap a few selfies too?" Jaehyun asks.

"Sounds good. After this we could have an agency together to help other celebrities fake relationships for clout," you say.

"Hell, we do have a whole following. I think we could do that," Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your body.

"Nice to see you excited about something. I'll try to wear less lip gloss."

"Thank you. It's just that my boyfriend hates lip gloss and he wants to see me before we go to the club. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, just don't make us late, please. He came from Boston to see you?" You ask him.

You haven't met his boyfriend, but you are happy he has someone to look forward to. This life as a celebrity can be lonely.

"Uh huh. We're staying together tonight and then he has to go back. I wish I could go with him."

"You could. I could just say you got sick."

"No, because people will think you are sick, and they will blame me. Then it will be outrage."

"I don't have Korean fans. You do. My fans in the states don't care. They are too busy writing AMBW fanfiction about us," you laugh.

"I don't think we should do it. I appreciate you caring about my happiness, though."

"Of course. This celebrity life can be so draining sometimes."

"Do you have anyone special waiting for you in your hotel room?"

Your eyes connect with his dark brown eyes through the vanity mirror. You study his face to see what he knows about your tea.

"Possibly."

"Spill."

Jaehyun moves from behind you and props himself up against the vanity.

"I'm fucking a fan."

"Scandalous…No way," Jaehyun's jaw drops, and his eyes grow. You didn't expect his reaction to be like that.

"I know. But, there is just something about him. He's a huge stan, too. Am I crazy?"

"Uh yea. You don't think he'll leak that our relationship isn't real."

"Hell no. I made him sign an NDA when I replied to his DM. He knows better than that."

"Be careful."

"Always."

***

You head back to your hotel room, and your security follows you up to your room. Before you enter your room, you turn around and thank your staff for protecting you. You exchange goodbyes as you enter your room.

Your heart flutters when you see him on the couch with dandelions in his hands. A baseball cap is covering his dark brown wavy hair.

You instantly know it's him, because you could spot him anywhere. The door closes behind you, and you can't get over how beautiful this man is to you.

He stands to his feet and walks toward you. The large window overshadows the colorful lights of the sinful city below you.

The two of you stand in front of each other with a few inches separating you. He looks down at the ground, and his cheeks are slightly red. You can tell that he's so nervous to meet you in person.

You aren't sure why because you two have been talking for a while, and been on Facetime plenty of nights. Talked dirty via text, so you aren't sure why he's being like this.

"Hi Gyeomie," You speak his nickname for the first time, hoping to break the awkward silence between you.

"Hi, Star," Yugyeom finally looks up into your eyes. His smile radiates from his lips and warms your heart.

"I'm not Star, right now. Please call me, Y/n.," you correct him. You have insisted on this many times, but he slips a lot and still calls you by your stage name.

You know the power dynamics are slightly different because, to the world, you are the best-selling female R&B artist in the world. But, you want to be humanized, and make him feel equal to you.

"Okay, Y/n. You look beautiful."

Your heart flutters and sinks into your chest. You bite at your bottom lip and flash him a smile. All you want to do is attack his beautiful face with kisses. But, you are trying not to move too fast.

You notice his purple silk shirt is slightly open, and your eyes trail down to the dark denim jeans that hug his thighs perfectly.

"Thank you. You are so handsome," you reply.

"I bought you flowers. I'm sure you received a lot tonight."

"I did, but my manager has them. He checks them to make sure there aren't any cameras or anything in them. But, I appreciate you getting me these. They're beautiful. Let me put them in water," you say.

You grab the flowers, and your hand grazes against his fingers, causing you to heat up instantly. You return to the kitchen area and toss the other flowers in the trash. You put Yugyeom's in the vase.

"You didn't drink tonight like I asked. Right?" You ask and return to where he's standing.

"Yes ma'am."

"Mmm.. good boy. Can I kiss you?" You walk over to him and sit next to him.

"Yes, of course," he says. He toys with the rings on his right hand.

You can see his face is slightly red from blushing. You can't remember the last time you had this effect on a man.

You lean in closer to his, and you close your eyes. You wrap your arm around his waist and hold onto his belt loop as you kiss him. Your lips collide with his, and the kiss is perfect. It sends chills down your spine.

You pull away from him and look down. The kiss has you on fire already. You move into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulder.

"Damn, how'd I get so lucky?" You look up into his eyes, and you can tell your admission takes him back.

"Lucky for what? I'm just a fan boy. I can't believe I'm meeting you," he stares at the ground. You lift his chin and stare deeply into his eyes.

You push him back against the couch. You run your hands down his chest and feel his abs underneath his shirt.

"Please, you're hot. I'm still shocked you're single."

Yugyeom covers his face. His shyness is so surprising to you. He's always so confident online and even when he talks to you. So, to see him all shy right now is a bit surprising.

"Only, because none of them are you."

His comeback is smooth, and you uncover his beautiful face. His shyness isn't something you expected tonight.

"That's sweet," you giggle. "But, you know I'm far from perfect. Your Twitter feed always makes me smile. I'll have a rough day and scroll through your memes and laugh. Especially, the one where you photoshopped your head on Jaehyun's body."

Yugyeom covers his face again, and you can see the redness in his face. "It's weird isn't it."

"No, it's not. I love it. Trust me. I'm a pretty blunt person. I don't say anything I don't mean. It's an honor to meet you."

You want to make him feel special because these last few months have meant a lot to you. It's brought you so much through this hectic time of touring. You have confided a lot in him. You've spent a lot of late-night conversations talking about your life as well as his.

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. You're sexy as fuck, and your body is amazing. Most importantly, you're super sweet and supportive," you compliment him.

"Oh my god. Thank you so much. You are sexy-"You lift your hand and stop him.

"No, this isn't about me. I get a million compliments a day. I don't need it," you say.

"I don't even know what to say. I've read so many reader fanfics of yours. I can't believe it's happening."

"Which ones are your favorite to read?"

"The ones where you dominate me."

"I'd love to make that a reality, but I have to get ready to go out with Jaehyun for a quick club appearance. I should be back in an hour. You can order whatever you want. But, no alcohol," You kiss him on the forehead. You feel him tremble underneath your touch.

"Okay. But what if I don't want you to leave?"

"Trust me. It's tempting to stay, but I have to keep up appearances. You understand, right?" You reply. You straddle his lap.

"Yes," he nods.

"Why are you so nervous around me? We've talked a bunch of times over the phone and over facetime," you remind him.

"I know, but to be in your presence is different. You're Star the biggest R&B singer in the world. I'm just Yugyeom."

"You aren't just Yugyeom. You are a talented and amazing dancer. If my fans weren't so nosey, I would have hired you. But, I don't want you getting hate or death threats."

"I know. Us fans we notice everything."

"Exactly. Plus, you're a popular guy on the internet. Your dance videos are dope. When are you going to start doing it full-time?"

"I don't know. I'm not professionally taught."

"So, fucking what. You are so talented. If Jaehyun wasn't such a dick, I would ask him to put you on at SM. But, we will figure it out. You deserve for the world to see you."

"You don't have to do that."

"But, I want to. Out of all my well-known fanboys you are the most talented."

"Am I the first one you ever met?"

Now, that's a question you don't want to answer. You can't believe you walk yourself right into the question. You've hooked up with a few of your fanboys.

"Eh, no. You're not. But, you're the only guy I'm talking to at the moment."

"Forreal?"

"Yes. I keep telling you that. Being in a fake relationship with Jaehyun has the perks."

"How does that work? You two seem so in love?"

"Acting," you laugh.

"So, how long will you be gone tonight?"

"An hour. The club is down the street. I'll just tell Jaehyun I'm tired."

"Sounds good."

You make your way to the bathroom, and you close the door behind you. You lean against it and take a deep breath. You need to figure out how to read this situation with Yugyeom. Something seems awkward.

Does he really want you?

Are you coming on too strong?

Typically, when you meet up with one of your fanboys, it isn't a lot of conversation. You hook up, watch TV and joke around, and they leave.

So, your interaction with Yugyeom has you overthinking. Is there something about you he doesn't like now that he's met you in person? Are you not as attractive in person?

You have so many thoughts, and your insecurities are popping up.

You wish you could just rely on the fact that you are Star, the best R&B singer in the world, but you can't.

That's not how you see yourself. You are confident in your singing ability, but don't let that get to your head. Nor do you use it to take advantage of people.

But the fact that Yugyeom has yet to make a move has you questioning everything.

Maybe, he's waiting for you to take the lead.

You know Yugyeom and have talked to him for months. But, there is something there. You have feelings for him. As much as you wish you didn't.

You do.

That's the difference between him and the other fanboys you've hooked up with. You got to know him on a personal level before meeting him.

The last thing you want to do is hurt this beautiful soul. The connection between him is so electric and feels so real.

You care about his well-being and want to do anything to help him succeed in his professional life.

Yugyeom deserves the stars, the moon, and the sun. He's delicate to you. Since, you've started talking to him, you don't even entertain anyone else.

You would be with him in a perfect world, but you're in a PR relationship you can't get out of right now.

How would that make you look if your fans found out you were dating one of your fanboys?

You sigh at your overthinking and look at yourself in the mirror. You take off your clothes and place your phone in the sink.

Your phone lights up, and you see a message from him.

Yugyeom: I'm so sorry… I'm shy. You have me at a loss for words.

You: Gyeomie, I am moving at your pace. Whatever you want to happen tonight will. I brought my strap just in case.

Yugyeom: You must think I'm a prude after I told you how much of a slut I am, and now I'm acting like a virgin.

You: No, It's not like that. I'm in here overthinking. I was starting to think you didn't like me.

Yugyeom: Of course, I like you, Y/n.

Your heart sinks when he calls you by your real name. Star is just your stage persona and not the real you.

You: I like you too. I know you're a slut. But, I want you to feel comfortable. Trust me, there isn't any pressure.

Jaehyun: Hurry up, don't let the fanboy get you pregnant! Lol

You shower quickly and wash away all of the stress from today's concert. You gave it your all on that stage and gave those people all you had.

You go into the bedroom and get ready for your club appearance. You slide into your dress and pull it up. You walk into the living room to have Yugyeom zip it up.

"Can you zip my dress please?" you ask.

"Sure," Yugyeom stands behind you and zips up your dress. You walk over to the mirror in the living room to see how the multi-colored sequin dress fits you.

"Thanks."

"Can we take a picture?" Yugyeom asks.

"Of course," you say.

Yugyeom wraps his arms around you and snaps a photo.

You lean over and grab his face. You plant a kiss on his cheek. He snaps another picture. He turns his head and kisses you. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and your belly flutters with butterflies.

You two end up back on the couch. You kiss him on his chest and lead a trail of kisses down the middle of his chest. "Fuck," Yugyeom whines out.

Yugyeom has wanted you for years. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get to be with you. Somehow, he caught your attention on Twitter, and you two exchanged flirty messages via DM.

That turned into text messages, late night calls, and even facetime calls every other day. You had become a part of his real world, and it was no longer a parasocial relationship where you didn't know he existed.

Yugyeom's fanboying tendencies have turned into real feelings. There's not a moment in the day where he doesn't wonder what you are doing. Not a moment doesn't go by where you aren't on his mind.

The same goes for you. You are always thinking about Yugyeom. His social media persona is just that, a persona and when you got to know him you saw him as more than a fan. In your eyes, he's a sweet and thoughtful human being who is so intelligent and beautiful on the inside and out.

He's not your first fanboy, and to be honest, you hope he will be your last.

Your fake relationship with Jaehyun is just a publicity stunt to help him grow his international presence more since he's dropping his debut solo album, and SM Ent wants to capitalize on the fact that he speaks English.

Yugyeom is the guy you can't get out of your head. In the recording studio, you sing all your songs to him and only him. He's on your brain when you are penning lyrics to your songs.

He's the one you are thinking about when you rest your head. You hold back sometimes because you might be too thirsty for Yugyeom. You sometimes feel like you're his fangirl, but you always keep calm.

"No, I want to taste you first. May I?" Yugyeom stops you, and you lay back on the couch.

"Of course."

Yugyeom gets down on his knees and pushes your dress up at your hips. He seductively pulls down your panties and shoves them in his back pocket.

You spread your legs for Yugyeom, and it's what you've been waiting to do for the last five months since you started talking to him.

Sure, you had other fanboys on speed dial, but you were saving yourself for Yugyeom.

It was more than sexting that made you interested in him.

Yugyeom marvels at how your pussy glistens for him. A slight smirk builds on his face, and he's in awe at how beautiful you look with your legs spread for him and him only.

Yugyeom draws his face closer to your sex and holds your legs over his shoulder. He kisses your sex and closes his eyes to take in your scent. His tongue probes inside of you and savors the taste of your sweetness. "Mmm.. you taste so good."

His goddess is here with her legs spread open on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in the city. A place he could never afford to step foot in.

Here he is, admiring the sweet taste of you. He's dreamed of this moment so many nights. He's stroked his dick and thought about having you cum on his tongue. He's longed for you for a very long time.

Yugyeom's tongue explores your center and laps up all of your wetness that has dripped down. He licks you with ease and grace. This isn't the time to race. He wants to take his time and allow your orgasm to build because the reward will be beyond worth it.

Yugyeom nibbles on your clit and your body shudders for him. He feels prideful with a bit of an ego. You picked him out of all your fanboys across the world. He's the one who gets to worship his goddess. His dick is rock-hard, but the focus isn't on him right now.

Yugyeom is getting off from pleasing you. He can feel a bit of precum leak against his boxers. All he wants is for you to experience the best orgasm you ever had.

His mouth waters, and he alternate from loving on your clit to drilling his tongue deep inside you. Your pussy clenches around his tongue.

You can't remember the last time someone ate you out this good. Yugyeom is the perfect slut to make you cum hard. He's giving you everything he has, and you are enjoying the moment. You are so glad to have him in your hotel room.

"Goddess, your pussy is so good. You're so fucking wet for me," Yugyeom moans against your sex, and you grind your pussy against his face. Ugh, why does this beautiful man have to be so fucking good at cunnilingus?

Right now, your body is on another level. You are ready to explode for him. You can't believe how hot this man has made you.

"I'm gonna cum," you nearly scream. You wrap your legs around his head and release.

Your ride the wave of your orgasm, and Yugyeom is right there with you as your body rises and falls.

Yuygeom doesn't miss a drop when you cum for him. You sit back on the couch and pull him into your lap.

"Thank you, Gyeomie," you kiss him as you hold in your lap. You pull back and tell him. "When I come back I'm going to eat you out."

"Mmmm.. I can't wait."

Your sexual invitation is interrupted by a knock on the door. Your heart drops because you forgot that you had to leave. "Fuck, Jaehyun is here. Go into my bedroom. I'll be back soon," you reply.

"Yes ma'am."

You take a deep breath and stand up. Yugyeom helps you up and your legs are shaking a little bit. You lean in again and kiss him. Tasting yourself on his tongue gives you a bit of a rush.

"Ugh, I wish I could stay here and eat your ass. But, it'll have to wait. Don't touch your dick until I come back."

"Yes ma'am."

***

You sit in the VIP lounge with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. You don't want him on you, but you know you must make the interaction seem believable.

Yugyeom is texting you non-stop. Thankfully, you have a privacy screen protector on your phone so Jaehyun's nosey ass can't read your text.

Yugyeom: I want to stroke it so bad. But, I know you told me to save it for you.

Y/n: I will know if you cum, too. So, please wait for me.

"Who has you typing away at your phone? You can't even contain your excitement," Jaehyun's monotone voice irks you.

But, that doesn't take away from the fact that you are still high from Yugyeom eating you out.

"My boo."

"Did you fuck him?"

You glare at him. You look around at your VIP section, of course, it's just the two of you. So, no one can hear you, but you still can't be too sure.

"Not yet. You interrupted us."

"Not my fault. Can I see a picture of this fanboy?"

"No. It's none of your business."

Jaehyun sips on his mixed drink. "Why aren't you drinking tonight?"

"Cause, I plan on fucking him tonight. I want everything to be right."

"Interesting. So, after tonight will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He got tickets to see me in Phoenix, too."

"He's thirsty as fuck."

"No, he isn't. He's just supportive."

"Are you sure he isn't using you?"

"Using me for what?"

"Clout."

"Like you aren't?" you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm already famous. He's not.. or is he?"

"Don't worry about him. My NDA is ironclad, so everything is fine."

***

You arrive back at the hotel. You were gone for over an hour, but you are grateful that Yugyeom is so understanding. You slip the keycard into the hotel door and walk into the room.

Yugyeom is curled up on the couch with a blanket around him. The white light of the television reflects against his skin.

"Gyeomie?" You call out to him, but he doesn't respond. You walk over to him and sit next to him. You kiss him on the forehead.

"Y/n?" he groggily responds.

"Come on.. let's get you to bed," You reply. You help him up and lead him into the bedroom. You pull the cover back and take off his pants.

"You were gone longer than an hour," Yugyeom responses.

"I'm sorry, boo. But, I'm here now. Let me make it up to you. Let me change my clothes. Let's go into the bedroom," you reach out to him.

Yugyeom grabs your hand. He follows you into the bedroom. You turn around and he unzips your dress. You open your suitcase and grab the box holding your lube and strap.

"Get naked," you say over your shoulder. You place the lube on the table and pull out your strap-on.

By the time you put your strap on, you see he's already nude and waiting on the bed for you.

"Do you miss me?" You ask. You stand over the bed between his legs. His dick is already hard for you.

He nods, but that isn't good enough for you.

"Tell me. Use your words."

"Yes, I missed you. All I could think about is you."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress. I missed you."

"Mmm.. can I eat your ass?"

"Yes, mistress."

You get on your knees in front of him and pull him to the edge of the bed. You place his legs over your shoulders. You waste no time shoving your tongue into his ass.

Yugyeom moans out and its music to your ears..

"Fuck, you're so tight. Are you sure you're a slut?" You continue to jam your tongue deep inside of him.

"I'm your slut," Yugyeom whimpers for you, and his legs lock around your head.

A chill goes through your body as you hear him say that. You knew that his slutty side would emerge tonight.

His body reacts so easily to you, and his dick springs right up. You stroke him with your right hand while you lap away at his entrance.

You work your hand up and down his length, and you can't wait until you get to fuck him. You know you need to loosen him up a bit. You reach down between your legs, and you're already dripping wet. You use your juices to lube your fingers.

"Baby, you sure you can handle my strap?" You ask him.

"Yes, it isn't my first rodeo, goddess."

You love the cockiness in his response. "Okay, baby. Let see how you respond to my fingers, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You slip a lubricated finger inside of him, while you return to stroke him with your other hand. He works his ass against your finger, and you add another digit.

"Mmm.. such a good boy taking my fingers. I guess you are a slut. You don't know how bad I want you."

"Ruin me, goddess."

You take a deep breath trying to hold your composure as you continue to work your magic on him so he can relax, and you can make love to him.

"You ready?"

"Yes, please. I need you."

"How bad?"

"Really bad.. it's all I wanted."

You stand up and instruct him to move towards the middle of the bed.

You grab the lube and coat your strap, and you prepare for him for the pounding he's about to receive.

"You're so beautiful," you compliment him as you grab his legs and look at him. Under the dim light, he looks ethereal and has a glow.

"Thank you, goddess. No one has ever told me that before," Yugyeom replies shyly.

"It's the truth. You ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, goddess."

It's kind of cute how he switches up between being confident to shy.

You push his legs back and instruct him to hold his legs for you.

You ease into him, and move into him slowly. As you continue to penetrate him, Yugyeom's expression shifts from shyness to a mix of pleasure and vulnerability. The way he moans and arches his back only adds to his allure, making the experience even more intoxicating.

"How does it feel baby?" You ask him, checking in with him.

"Good.. you don't have to go easy on me," Yugyeom taunts you, and it's all the motivation you need.

Yugyeom grips the sheets as he stares into you. The beautiful woman who has changed his whole life. The woman he's wanted for so long. He can't believe he's really here in this moment with you.

He's enjoying the way you're making his body feel. He loves watching you pump into him faster. He strokes his dick, and you cover his hand to guide him to move faster.

"Goddess, this feel too good. I want to cum."

"Not yet. I'm just getting started."

Yugyeom knows that you are in charge. That's why he likes you so much. He enjoys letting you lead and take control. He loves the way you taste he can still taste you on his tongue.

You stop moving and Yugyeom looks at you. The euphoric feeling has come to a complete halt, and he doesn't want it to end.

"Goddess, please," he begs you. "Please keep going."

"Get on all fours," you instruct him.

"Yes, ma'am."

Yugyeom excitedly gets on all fours as he's instructed. He arches his back and waits for you to enter him again.

Yugyeom feels you smack his ass, and he jumps a bit. He loves the impact, and you enter him again, this time from behind.

You hold onto his waist, and you pound into him harder than before this time. If the slut says he wants it rough, then you're going to give it to him. You move faster and thrust into him. The visual of him on all fours for you is literal art. His moans fill up the room, and continue pleasing your lover.

"You like the way goddess fucks you?" You grab his hair while you work your strap into him.

"Yess!" Yugyeom cries out.

"Stroke yourself and cum for me, then," you instruct.

Yugyeom's hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length, his moans growing louder as he follows your request.

The sight of him pleasuring himself in sync with your powerful thrusts intensifies your connection.

Yugyeom releases into his hand and collapses forward onto the bed.

You slide out of him, lie beside him, and hold him in your arms. "You did so good, baby," you compliment him.

"I love you, Y/n," Yugyeom confesses.

"I love you, too Gyeomie," you reply.

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✮ warnings: a whole lotta angst, smut with plot, dom joshua, soft dom jeonghan, sub reader, everyone is toxic, possessiveness, jealousy, sleepy vanilla love making, threesome, cucking, body worshipping, oral sex (f and m receiving), masturbation (m), unprotected sex, squirting, tag teaming, spit roasting, eiffel tower, multiple creampies, cumplay, cum mixing, a bit of sadism and brat taming: spanking, overstimming. pet names: baby, princess, bunny, beautiful, (hers) baby, handsome (joshua's) ✮ author's note: this is so fucking self-indulgent i am so obsessed with jihan it must be a sickness by now ok ok ok... indulge with me beautiful readers --- (●'◡'●) ✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

part ii

Three weeks before.

Yoon Jeonghan had never felt this in his life.

He used to think that he guarded himself pretty well. Keeping everyone at an arm's length from entering his heart, never quite falling for someone, thus he never suffered heartbreak.

Until he met you.

When Joshua initially suggested getting to know you, he thought nothing of it. Jeonghan thought of himself a good friend and even though he was particularly shy in some aspects, he was eager to meet the person who finally worked their way to Joshua's heart.

And you simply clicked in what he imagined you would be. Cute, kind, smart, fun. All of the traits he imagined Joshua would look for in a person, if he ever dared to even think about it.

But in getting to know his best friend's girlfriend, something else happened. At the beginning, he thought it was life's sickest joke yet. Falling in love with you was a stupid idea. One that was so attractive he might as well just be a moth flying straight into the flame.

Because you were everything he wanted. The quiet afternoons he spent sprawled on your couch with you, watching shows, laughing together, confiding in each other. He slowly realized by looking at you that he felt some kind of warmth whenever he was with you. He realized that he liked it. He wanted to stay there. Just being with you.

Jeonghan was an excellent judge of character, you told him once. And he pretty much agreed with you that time.

Right at that moment, he could tell you were nervous, and on the brink of crying. You were doing that thing you always did before you succumbed to your tears. Chewing on the inside of your cheek in an attempt to distract yourself, fingers twisting on the fabric of your pretty floral skirt.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

You were both standing in the middle of the beautiful park, a beauty in the heart of the busy city you lived in. The sun was setting, but the heat was still trying to get to you, but the light breeze threading on your hair helped.

You called Jeonghan some days after you came back from your quick vacation. He had agreed to talk but on your terms, which were simple: it had to be in an open space, in broad daylight.

It sounded silly, but you were trying to avoid intimacy as much as possible. And maybe, he thought, being in a public space helped calm your nerves.

"Can't we just... be like before?" you whispered, your eyes were set on the big fountain behind him, a thing he assumed you were doing to appear as if you were looking at him.

But he knew you well.

"I don't think so princess," he mumbled, his lips pursing in the way he did when he spoke sweetly.

"Why not?" you asked in a mere whisper and your gaze dropped to your feet, succumbing now to the anguish watering in the corners of your eyes.

"Baby, you know why," he replied and he made the dumb move to take a step closer to you.

"Jeonghan," you retreated one step at once, shooting a warning look at him.

The feeling coursing from his chest to his limbs was unlike everything he has ever felt in his life. It hurt, it was sticky, it sunk so deep within him that his intuitive thought was to want to get rid of it.

"That's why," he emphasized. "I think I'll need time, if you want us to be friends again."

"Jeonghan, I thought–, I mean, that night," you stammered uncontrollably as you sniffled and rubbed the back of your hand against the corners of your eyes quite harshly.

"Don't," he cut you off when he understood you were trying to talk about the night he ruined it all, the weight on the thorn in his heart sunk deeper.

"But I..." you breathed, and it seemed for a moment to him that you might have felt the same nasty feeling too by the way you sobbed slowly.

Jeonghan froze, the look on your face, your broken voice and the reluctance to say what you wanted to say pinned him in that moment and place. He fooled himself for a second and thought that you finally would confess your feelings for him.

But your teary eyes dropped again from his face and to the ground, sobbing loudly before you just shook your head. You could not bring yourself to say it.

"I'll look for you," he promised, not giving a care in the world if he was crossing yet another line. He stopped caring about that long ago. "When I'm ready, I'll call you. Okay, baby?"

He raised a hand to pinch your chin ever so softly, calling your eyes to him. There he saw the confusion and sadness when you raised your head and looked at him. It broke his heart to know that you were hurt.

Yoon Jeonghan loved you so much that he would risk everything just to hold you. If he could just wrap you in his arms and love you freely, he would.

But you were just too far from reciprocating that feeling. And that for him was the reason why he decided not to go for it.

"Okay," you breathed.

Jeonghan took his leave, pressing the pads of his fingers on your chin softly once again, smiling sweetly at you and trying to convey with a look just how much he loved you.

Somehow the glint in your eye seemed to rekindle at that. You pressed your lips into a tiny but reassuring smile.

"Okay," he whispered too.

Then you both walked in opposite directions of each other, and that was the last time you saw Yoon Jeonghan, the last time you spoke to each other.

Until now.

Jeonghan never thought he would see you. Not today, and probably if he were honest to himself, not in a while. He had given up the idea of seeing you again, at least until he was ready for it.

But here you were.

His hand kept rubbing your back in small shapeless motions as you cried softly on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I should go," you said, pulling back while gathering your tears with your fingers.

"Why?" he frowned. "No, no. Please don't go," he blurted swiftly.

"But you're working and I just barged in here without telling you first. It's okay, we could talk another time, we could–," you muttered, quickly hiding your face as you caught the sight of someone from out back of the stage.

Jeonghan followed your gaze, and the guy that was trying to snoop hid behind a large prop.

"Wait here," he squeezed your arm gently and headed to a wall by the side of the stage. He called out to someone, told them what you could hear was a commanding sentence and then turned to you.

Jeonghan wore a white t-shirt and a green cardigan, blue jeans and boots. His long hair was secured in a half ponytail with a pink scrunchie that you had forgotten in his car a long time ago.

"Let's go," he said, nodding his head to the door atop the stairs.

"Bu-but aren't you working?" you asked dumbly, watching him pass you by and walk up the steps.

"I told them I won't be able to continue for the rest of the rehearsal," he shrugged and motioned you over with his hand. "Coming?"

You quickly ran to catch up with him. "I didn't want you to miss out on work, Jeonghan," you said, feeling stupid over your rash decisions.

"I'm my own boss, I can do this once in a while," he explained with an ease about himself.

"I should've called but..." you trailed off, making him look your way when you sighed. "I left my things back at my place. Phone and everything."

"How did you get here then?" he asked with genuine worry, brow furrowing and slowing his step so he could look at your face fully.

"I walked," you muttered shamefully.

It had been more like running. You came out of your building and immediately fell into a run. The theater was not as far as you initially had thought, even if it was the first time you visited by foot.

"Wait," he said again, grabbing your arm before you could push the doors to exit the theater. "What happened?"

"W-we had a fight. Josh and I," you mumbled awkwardly.

His sweet brown eyes looked at you up and down, and in the process you could see his mind reeling. The hand that wasn't parked on your arm palmed the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. He glanced from the screen to your face and huffed.

"You two will drive me insane," he muttered quickly before pressing a thumb on the screen and then picked up the call. "What?"

His gaze fell out of focus, his frown deepening to the point that the lines between his brows dented, he checked his smartwatch as he said: "I was working. Yes, she's here, she's alright," Jeonghan looked at your face again and pressed his lips into a line. "Slow down. What?! Of course I'll take her home, Joshua. Bye."

Your stomach twisted painfully. The pain made you nearly recoil from Jeonghan and fall into a bottomless panic attack.

"What did he..." you started and then trailed off again. "Is he..."

"He is losing it, naturally," he muttered with an air of seriousness. "Come on, I'll take you home. We can talk on the way there."

You sighed in resignation. You thought about how Joshua would be taking your sudden departure when you were on the way here. But you also thought of what he said to you moments before, you thought of the events that led to this mess.

You were mad at your boyfriend. You were mad at yourself.

"Hold on. I'll be quick," you muttered, grabbing his wrist as he tried to continue to the door.

Jeonghan turned to you, and you saw something resembling fear in his eyes. Anxiety, fear, reluctance, maybe. You were unsure.

"I'm sorry, Jeonghan," you whispered nervously. "I'm sorry that I brought you into all of this, I never wanted to hurt you."

You had thought over and over the things that you wanted to say to him. You hated that you had nothing else to offer Jeonghan, not even an excuse, because there was no excuse for never realizing what you felt for him before everything went down.

"Hurt me?" he asked and cocked his head to one side. "You've never hurt me. What are you talking about?"

"Y-you–isn't that why you stopped talking to me? The reason why you asked for time? Joshua s-said that you have feelings for me..."

"He said that?" his tone was still serious, and now you could see that his patience was running out.

"Do you?" you asked with a tiny voice, eyes brimming in tears of remorse.

"Yes, I do," he said dryly, but the off tone he was giving you denoted some contempt over something you could not quite place. "I stopped reaching out to you because you're his girlfriend."

"B-but we," you looked around to make sure no one was around. "That night we..."

Jeonghan lifted his head at the sound of footsteps approaching down the hall leading to where you both were standing. He turned his gaze, swiftly looking for something and then took you by the wrist, pulling you to the other end of the room and opposite to the exit of the theater.

Before you could ask what he was attempting to do, you figured out that Jeonghan needed some place to talk to you privately, without being seen or interrupted. And you quietly thanked him when the place he had dragged you in was an empty office room, a lonely desk and chair sat on the corner of the small room.

Jeonghan closed the door not bothering to turn any lights on but you also thanked the darkness of the room, the newfound freedom of being able to be unseen and open at the same time.

He waited until the people walking by exited the theater and you could see in his eyes in the dark, you could see when he started biting his lower lip that his mind was reeling.

"I realized that there was no way I could keep being around you and be fine with what I feel for you. Not after that night," he muttered with a low tone. "I didn't want to make things more confusing for you because I know how much you love Joshua. So I walked away."

At that, your heart twisted again painfully, robbing you of air. "You should've just told me, Jeonghan," you whispered. "I never wanted this to happen. For weeks I felt like I've been doing everything wrong."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, and then you could tell just how lost he was on all of this. Jeonghan had been away from all the mess you have been in for the last three weeks, so it made sense he was unaware of everything going on in your life from that night.

"There is a reason why Joshua agreed to the threesome," you shuddered with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. The realization flashed through his face, parting his mouth. "He knew about your feelings for me all along, but he also agreed because he wanted me to confront mine."

You immediately caught the way he opened his mouth, as if he were about to say something, maybe ask. But he blinked and the words never came out.

"I think..." you breathed in, mustering up strength. You thought of how badly you felt through weeks of thinking, of doubting and feeling like you were wrong. "Jeonghan, I also... feel something for you."

His eyes widened in an instant, and you could see he savored that brief moment, by looking at your eyes, very slowly trailing to your lips and then back to your eyes. It wasn't a suggestive reaction, it was just Jeonghan relishing the moment.

Even if you were being extremely vague with your words, he seemed to be knowing of what you meant and did not need for you to be more honest or to clarify. Which you also thanked him for. The least you wanted was to say things that would make you feel dirtier, or even guiltier if that could be possible.

"But I'm sorry that I misled you," you whispered, eyes brimming with tears. It was hard to breathe, to swallow.

"You never did," he said slowly. "I've always known."

"Know what?" you asked, your voice cracked and you sounded tiny.

His gaze softened at the sound of your voice. "You are like an open book, princess," he smiled with so much endearment that a warm wave of nostalgia coursed through you. "I've always known that you wanted me. But you're in love with Joshua. Not me. I'm okay with that."

His words crushed you, making you sob, dropping your gaze to the floor in complete shame and regret. "I'm so sorry, Jeonghan."

"I know," he replied with an ease coating his tone. "And I am sorry too. When Joshua told me what you wanted to do that night, I knew that Joshua had found out about me, but you didn't. It was cruel, what we both did."

"Why didn't you just tell me?" you reproached him between sniffling and wiping your tears with the hem of your sleeve.

"Princess, you're his girlfriend. My best friend's girlfriend," he stated the obvious. "Besides, that night you weren't completely sure about me. I knew that there was no way I could tell you about what I feel for you. I would lose you either way."

You nodded wordlessly. You already knew his answer before he even uttered it. There was so much that you had thought to tell him but in reality, you just felt trapped.

"I miss you, Jeonghan," you confessed, your voice dropping to a mere whisper, so quiet that you almost believed he would not be able to hear you.

"I miss you too," he replied, his lower lip protruding slightly in a small pout. "You have no idea. I miss us."

Then he sighed deeply in resignation, his fingers sliding around your wrist making you freeze in place upon contact. Jeonghan dropped his head forward, touching your forehead with his and closing his eyelids tightly.

"Jeonghan," you whispered in warning when you felt his breath caress your lips. But you could not bring yourself to be more commanding, to tell him to back away.

"I know, I know," he replied in kind. "I won't do anything, I just…"

His tongue slid between his lips before he pressed them into a tight line. You shuddered slightly when the hand that was not on your wrist came to touch your cheek, the pads of his cold fingers grazing your skin softly, making your eyelids flutter and close.

"It killed me to walk away from you," he confessed with a strain in his voice, making it break. "I think of you everyday, I want to talk to you, to see your face. I haven't been the same since I said goodbye to you. I'm lost."

You wanted to tell him that you also thought of him every single day. But that was not entirely true. It broke your heart to lose him, to think that you hurt him. It broke your heart to know that you had been equally lost since realizing that you loved him too.

However the reality was, in the time you did not speak to Jeonghan, you had someone to hold, to kiss. You were with Joshua night and day, while Jeonghan thought of you, missed you.

"Please forgive me," you whispered, swallowing your tears with some difficulty.

"You did nothing wrong. There was no way you could control this. It was me who came to your hotel room that night, knowing that it would be my only chance to be with you. I only regret that you weren't totally aware of my intentions. Mine or Joshua's."

That finished breaking your heart. Knowing that your boyfriend had betrayed you in such a way made you feel stupid. And to think that Jeonghan also knew about what Joshua had planned that night but still went on with it too.

The pain you felt made you recoil instantly, backing away from him. Jeonghan opened his eyes, probably encountering the pain written in the features of your face because his sweet gaze dimmed, realizing that you were hurting.

"I want to go home," you muttered.

You saw his lips part and braced yourself for him to apologize again, you were beginning to feel sick of it. You knew he was sorry, but somehow you needed more.

But Jeonghan just nodded, his hand leaving your wrist and reaching for the doorknob.

"Let's go," he whispered, and you assumed that he just kept his comments for the best.

You fidgeted on the ride back home, your fingers twisting the fabric of the sleeves of the hoodie you were wearing, telling Jeonghan how nervous you were to go back home when he darted a glance your way.

"Hey," he muttered softly when the car came to a stop in front of the building where you lived. He sighed and brought a hand to rub on his face in a sign of frustration. "Baby, I need you to listen to me."

Your stomach clenched at the sound of the way he called you. The first instinct that flashed through you was to plead with him to never call you that again, but right after you decided that his intention was not to flirt with you or to smooth you over.

Jeonghan loved you. And to some degree that you did not want to go over yet, you loved him back. It felt unfair to deny him that after all that you have been through with him. But it also felt unfair to your boyfriend, even if he said he was fine with all of this.

"Jeonghan," you whispered just as he was drawing in a breath to tell you whatever was on his mind. "Stop calling me baby."

"I'm sorry," he immediately said, blinking rapidly. The tiniest of smiles broke its way on his lips. "It slips."

You sighed.

"Listen to me," he repeated, unbuckling his belt and shifting on his seat to level with you. "Whatever happens in there, you can trust me if you want to talk about it. If you need me, I'll be there. Okay? I don't want you to feel cornered with all of this, with my feelings, your boyfriend and all. I might not be your friend anymore but I want you to know that you can trust me."

Your heart hurt at his words, and it probably showed in your face too because his gaze softened.

"We can't be friends anymore," he explained with an even softer tone. "I don't think we genuinely were for a time."

"Then why do you want me to trust you?" you asked, confused but your tone quivered and broke by the last two words, ending in a mere whisper.

"Because there is no one that could understand what you're going through right now," he whispered too, showing how tight the knot in his throat was, just like yours. "And I don't want you to go through this on your own. I also caused this."

"Stop it with the fucking guilt thing. You two," you gasped, shaking your head in disapproval.

"It's true," he reasoned, his eyebrows pinched slightly. "We're both idiots. Your boyfriend and I. We abused your trust."

"Maybe I shouldn't trust either of you," you muttered, scratching an invisible stain on the hem of your sleeve while trying to swallow your tears.

"Maybe," he whispered and you turned to see his face briefly. Jeonghan was still looking at you, his sweet brown eyes glistening in sorrow. "I am sorry."

"I know, Jeonghan," you nodded with your head, heart thumping so fast and hard that it ached, making you breathe erratically. "I forgive you."

Jeonghan released a short sigh after hearing your words. "Will you be able to forgive him too?"

"Do you really care?" you asked and as soon as the words got out you saw how offensive they seemed to be to him.

"Of course," he pressed his lips together in a tight line as he nodded reassuringly. "He is my best friend. I still care about him, you know."

"Even if you betrayed each other?"

"Don't see it like that he–," he paused, seemingly at thought. "He tends to sabotage himself."

You suddenly felt like you had reached a part of Jeonghan that you did not know thoroughly. A part that in all the time that you had shared together you barely saw of: him being Joshua's best friend. The person he knows best, and completely confides in. You thought you knew Joshua, but Jeonghan had years of experience with him.

And adding to that, Jeonghan is an excellent judge of character.

"What do you mean about that?"

"He has never been in a relationship before. Not like this," he began to explain. "He is jealous, possessive, yes. But the killing factor he has is that he is an overthinker. Whatever he does, he'll never feel good enough. He probably thought that I could give you what he couldn't when he went away, and that's what he asked me to do. To keep you company, to do things he wasn't able to do because he was in a different country… and when he understood that I fell for you and you for me, he did things to sabotage himself instead of talking to you."

"Why didn't you tell him anything either?" you dared to ask, keeping your tone calm but in reality you felt angered now at him.

"But I did," he replied. "I tried telling him that even though I kept you company, you felt ignored by him. Every time we talked about organizing your book party, I asked him to do anything to be there because I knew how crushed you were because he wasn't going. There is just no saving him once he feels he's not good enough."

Jeonghan rested one hand on the steering wheel with a sigh that you thought sounded like frustration, biting his lower lip and shaking his head slightly.

"But I was also selfish," he confessed, averting his sweet brown eyes to the front and away from your face in shame. "I thought that if he didn't try to save his relationship with you, if he continued like that, then I should risk my chances with you. It's fucked up, I know."

"And you never stopped to consider how I would feel?" you asked in utter rage.

"I did, all the time," he immediately replied, locking eyes with you. "I was selfish and stupid. I should've never done that. That is also why I couldn't bring myself to talk to you. I am ashamed."

"God, you two," you muttered, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you two just be honest from the beginning?"

"You weren't completely honest either," he retorted, but his tone was kind. He leaned his head to one side to try and meet your eyes. "If things would've been different, do you think that you would've told me about your feelings? Would you have told him about it?"

"I don't know, Jeonghan," you whispered. "I didn't want to admit what I felt for you. Especially not under the circumstances that I did."

He pressed his lower lip to his upper, making tiny dimples appear on his chin. "I guess that we're all to blame here, not just your boyfriend."

"Maybe you should tell him that. He will need to hear it," you whispered as your fingers hooked to the door handle. "Thanks for the ride, Jeonghan."

"Don't thank me," he whispered, his eyes following you as you stepped out of the car.

"I'll... keep in touch," you muttered reluctantly before closing the door and walking beneath the light rain and into the lobby of the building, leaving a trail of wet steps behind.

The elevator ride was the longest that you have ever experienced in your life. Hands fidgeting on the sleeves of your hoodie, using them to wipe some droplets of water from your cheeks and forehead, knees bouncing slightly as you keep your eyes trained on the red numbering of the floor levels.

You rushed to your door, stopping before it to breathe in. After psyching yourself briefly, you opened the door, convincing yourself that you had to go through this if you wanted to save

Joshua was sitting in the living room, elbows placed on his knees, hands clasped tightly together. His eyes lit up when he saw you, but he made no move, no attempt to find out about your whereabouts yet.

You closed the door behind you, moving slowly towards him. "Hi," he rasped, his big eyes focused on you, searching your face.

"Can we talk?" you muttered hoarsely from what you assumed was all the crying continuously.

His entire demeanor was dimmed. The natural sparkle in his doe eyes was obscured by the sadness he carried. When you stood before him and he raised his face to see you, you noticed that his forehead and hair were slightly wet, some strands had collected droplets of water.

Had he gone out as soon as it started raining? You remembered in a passing thought how much he liked to take a walk whenever it rains.

"Yes," he nodded once and finally moved from his seat, straightening up and placing a hand next to him.

Tentatively, you walked to the couch and sat next to him, but far enough that your thigh did not touch with his.

"I uh..." you muttered awkwardly. "I'm sorry for leaving you like that."

"W-what?" he blurted and you saw the broken confusion in his eyes.

"I should have talked to you before leaving, Josh," you whispered shamefully. But some tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, telling on the quiet rage that you still felt towards him. "But I was so angry with you and really couldn't stay here."

"No, baby, don't apologize," he said sorrowfully, his dark eyes dimmed when he looked at your fidgeting hands. "You have all the right to be angry with me. I did wrong. I am the one that should be apologizing."

"Yes, I know," you whispered, sniffling loudly. "You've broken my trust, Josh."

Joshua went completely rigid, you saw the moment when your words robbed him of air and his eyes widened in pure fear. "No, no, no, please baby, I'm sorry. I never wanted to do that, I swear. Please, please, forgive me," he blurted quickly, almost as if he could not bring a halt to himself, his hands trying to grab yours but you retreated them on your lap.

"Don't," you muttered, pain soaring through you. But you pushed yourself on the seat, determined to stand your ground.

"Please," he whispered, tears brimming rapidly in his dark eyes and spilled. "Baby, please. I never... this is not–I never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did," you mumbled, trying with all of your might to not break when you saw him let out a sharp sob, you saw the pain in his teary eyes.

"I'm sorry, I truly am, baby. Please," he whispered, reading your face with a desperate glance. "I was blind. I acted out of jealousy. Please believe me when I say that I never wanted this to happen."

"Then what did you want, Joshua?" you asked, an equally despairing hint quivering your tone. "What did you get from all of this?"

"I... nothing," he swallowed hard, the features of his face darkening in a grimace. "I regret everything. I never wanted to hurt you, or Jeonghan."

At that, you were sure to be nearing a total breakdown, breathing rapidly but surprisingly, you kept your tone controlled. "Do you have somewhere to stay tonight, Joshua?" you asked, his big brown eyes raising to yours slowly reading the certainty in you.

"I–yes, I do," he nodded and kept his head down, teardrops landing on his lap, leaving two perfect spots on his blue jeans.

A silence flooded the room and you searched for something to say as you watched him cry silently. Something beneath all the rage ached to hold him, you ached to tell him that you forgave him for doing what he did. You wanted with all of your heart to tell him that you still loved him, and that you forgave him.

But you were still angry and hurt. You felt betrayed in some way you had never felt before. You thought that you could trust Joshua, you thought you were safe with him. After all that you have been through together, this cannot be the way he loses you.

"Tell me how I can trust you again," you whispered despite yourself.

"I won't do something like that again," he answered, much as if he had made that promise to himself before offering it to you. He inhaled deeply and raised his head to look at your eyes. "I promise."

Before you could bring out a response, Joshua moved from the couch and to the floor in front of you on his knees, his teary eyes raised to find yours. He anxiously licked his chapped lips, the lower quivering slightly as he drew in a breath, whispering your name afterwards.

"I felt insecure, I was irrational. I wanted him to get close to you, to be there for you when I couldn't but at the same time it drove me insane that he could even think that he had a chance with you and I wouldn't fight for you. I understand if you don't want to forgive me. I just want you to know that I regret everything..."

Joshua faltered in his tone and his words, dropping his gaze to your hands still resting on your lap. His lower lip trembled but it swiftly stopped when your hand slid on his cheek.

A perplexed look shot through the beautiful and sad features of his face, but as he blinked you saw how your touch seemed to calm the emotions that stormed within him.

He leaned his face against your hand on his cheek, closing his eyes briefly to let some tears slip and roll down his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, gulping hard, his warm hand pressing against yours to keep your touch against him. "I'm sorry, baby."

"I know," you muttered. "I'm sorry too. I never wanted to make you think that I didn't love you."

"No. I know," he frowned with genuine hurt showing in his eyes. "I know that you love me," he said with frustration lacing his tone: "But I was blind and stupid. I couldn't see past my jealousy and acted irrationally. I fucked up."

"Josh..." you whispered shakily, cupping his other cheek so you now held his tear stained face. "Why? What's happening?"

His eyebrows knitted, making faint lines show between his eyebrows. After reading your face confusedly, his features relaxed, seemingly knowing where your question was aimed at.

"I don't know if this will work," he whispered too, gulping hard and then took in a breath.

"This? Us?" you asked, your heart crushing over the finality you were reaching.

Joshua nodded slowly. "I'm leaving in three weeks. I have to go on tour and I don't know when I'll be coming back."

Your stomach twisted painfully. Something within you already knew something like this would happen again. This was part of your boyfriend's job, this was his life now.

But you wished for time to stop. The least you wanted was to feel lonely again while he was away on tour. The days and nights without hearing from him, keeping up with updates online to know about him, the missed calls, the unanswered texts...

If Joshua felt like your relationship would not survive the distance again, then you had no hopes either.

"So you're sabotaging it?" you asked, your tone had dropped and sounded tiny, almost fearful.

Your boyfriend heard the familiarity in your words, and he knew that you had spoken to Jeonghan about it because he simply nodded with his head, his lips pressing into a line.

You inhaled deeply, building yourself some courage before uttering a question you never thought you would be asking him: "Do you want to break up, Joshua?"

"No," he immediately replied, blinking away some tears. "No, baby. I don't."

A deep sense of realization invaded you. It seemed quite evident to you now. The way he rushed into talking about marriage, and eventually kids when he knew he would not be here anymore. Moving fast to secure you at his side, clinging onto you desperately.

"I want to get better," he sighed, slowly letting his forehead rest on your lap and a broken sob escaped him, shaking slightly as he muttered through a broken voice: "I want to be better for you, for us... I don't want to lose you."

Your hands moved to caress his head, and his back. You felt him cry silently in your lap, the fabric of your pants collecting his tears, his hands clenching on the fabric of your clothes.

"Joshua," you muttered softly, but after some seconds you knew he had not heard you. "Joshua, look at me."

He raised his head, the small curve beneath his eyes glistened wet in tears, his eyelashes clumped in the wetness too. You brought a hand to gather his tears, making him blink at you confusedly, as if he had not expected your touch to be so soft.

"I don't know if this will work either..." you confessed guiltily due to holding onto that thought for so long.

"W-what do you want to do?" he blurted before you could tell him what you were really meaning to say. "Do you want to break up?"

You pondered over the way he spoke those final words, his voice had dropped too, as if the weight of the question crushed his tone, reducing it to a whisper.

"No," you shook your head. "I want to make this work too, Joshua. I want to know how we are going to make our relationship work when you go away for tour."

"I think we need to talk about how to make this work now," he uttered his words slowly, going over each syllable carefully. "Can you forgive me?"

"I'm still mad at you. I wished you would've asked me before," you whispered reluctantly. "But I understand why you did it, everything. I never wanted to make you feel jealous, but I also understand why you did. I forgive you, Joshua."

It was as though you lifted an immeasurable weight from him. You saw his body shift as his shoulders went slack, and the features of his face relaxed, his tear filled eyes reading your face.

"Thank you. Thank you, baby," he sighed deeply, blinking his big teary eyes slowly. "I won't let you down again, I promise."

"Can you forgive me?" you asked, scooping the tears rolling down his cheeks with the back of your pointer finger.

"There is nothing to forgive," he replied, still looking up at you, still on his knees in front of you.

"But, I also betrayed your trust–," you blurted.

"Baby, you never did that. We've talked about this, I know that you love me. I know what you feel for him, and I'm okay with that," Joshua said with a controlled tone now, much as if he had thought about it a million times.

"How?" the question slipped as if you were suddenly robbed of air. "How can you be okay with this?"

He lowered his eyes briefly from your face, as if searching for his answer. "I know that what you have with me is special," he frowned a little, then swallowed hard again. "I know that your love for me is different from your love for him."

Just as you were about to repeat your initial question, it made sense to you. Upon seeing Jeonghan again, you knew that you loved him, but you also found out that you were not in love with him, not the same way that you were in love with Joshua.

Joshua closed his eyes briefly and let out a sigh that denoted the release of all the stress he had accumulated. "I thought I would lose you," he confessed with a low, but quivering tone. "I never thought I would feel that again."

"Again?" you whispered but the shadow of a memory came to your mind just as he nodded.

You would not know about this story if Jeonghan would not have told you about it. The story of the night when Joshua drank until he could not even think straight, and Jeonghan had to come to his rescue. Joshua thought you would not speak to him ever again, that he had ruined everything.

"I'm sorry, baby," he muttered, burying his face on your lap once again. "I overheard your conversation with Jeonghan that night... that's when I knew that what you felt for him was different. I was relieved, but I also felt bad. For you. For him. I understood that my jealousy was misplaced and that's why I told you that night that you could maybe try to work things out with him."

"You never told me that," you stated out flatly, frowning upon remembering that conversation when you saw Jeonghan crushed and walked out of the hotel room.

"I tried to," he whispered, dimples showing over his lips when he pressed them in a line. "I don't think you understood what I was suggesting."

"You said I didn't have to give him false hope," you remembered every second of that night, you had committed yourself to replay it over and over as a form of self-torture.

"I am sorry that I pressured you to confront what you feel for him in that way," he blinked slowly at you, much as if he had been depleted of all energy. The corners of his eyes were red and wet in tears, and it seemed that his brow had not relaxed from the minute you walked through the door.

"I understand why you did it," you mindlessly, almost instinctively wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek. "But I wasn't ready to face it, because I didn't want to admit it, Joshua. I never wanted to feel like I cheated on you in any way."

"I don't think that you cheated. Baby, I trust you," he replied confusedly, as if that part were evident. "I just didn't like the way he looked at you. I fucking hated the look on his face when he made you laugh. I hated that he could take you to dinner, he kept you company, he organized your party for the book release."

"But you asked him to do that," you said dumbly.

Joshua nodded. "I couldn't be there to do it myself," he pressed his lips together. He had stopped crying, but his dark and teary eyes glimmered when he raised them to look at you.

"Joshua, this is crazy," you whispered but somehow you conveyed the alarm that rang in your mind upon hearing his words.

"I know. And I'm going to fix it," he replied in kind. "I will, baby."

After a moment, Joshua got to his feet in a reluctant manner, slowly turning to the hallway that led to the bedroom. The air of finality still hung in the air, it clung to your heart like nothing else.

So you pushed yourself from the couch too, following him down the dark wall to the bedroom which had already been lit up by the lamp on the nightstand on your side of the bed.

"Joshua?" you called, and saw him on the corner of the room, standing by the drawers, your heart dropping when you saw him packing his clothes.

"Yes?" he replied softly, turning to see you standing by the door.

"What are you doing?" you asked, even though the answer was evident.

"I–I am packing some clothes," he explained, a light frown painting his face in clear confusion.

He resumed his task when you could not give him an answer. You had asked him to find a place to stay, in your anger and despair. But now you suddenly remembered the way you reprimanded yourself for the time he spent away, when his first tour left you feeling lonely and empty. You remembered the regret you felt over not being closer to him, despite all the mistakes you both made.

"Joshua... don't," you muttered, crossing the door of the bedroom and reaching his side.

He was just grabbing a pair of socks when you approached him, his curious eyes reading your face as he heard your words.

"I don't want you to leave," you blurted with a repressed sigh. "I'm sorry, I told you to look for somewhere to sleep tonight but I don't want you to anymore."

You felt a wave of remorse wash over you. You felt bad about playing with his feelings, about telling him to go, hurting him and then taking it back. But you could not bring yourself to regret not asking him to stay.

"Are you sure?" he asked with a low mutter, he sounded genuine, almost as if his mind had already found his resolve: "If you need to be alone tonight, I can go somewhere."

"Yes, I'm sure," you stammered. "I was hurt, I–I still am, but I don't want you to go," you sighed in frustration over your own words.

His eyebrows pushed up, looking lost for a second as he asked: "I can sleep on the couch, if you want."

"Joshua, I want you to sleep with me," you rolled your eyes to the ceiling now. "I–just please don't go anywhere."

"I'm confused, you said–"

With a sharp exhale, you reached his nape with a hand as the other cupped his cheek, bringing him for a heated, frustrated kiss. It was more like you crushed your lips against his, so hard to the point that it was almost painful to you.

"Don't go," you whispered shakily. "I'm sorry, Josh, I know this is confusing but–"

Joshua let out a short, strangled grunt in your mouth as his tongue rolled past your lips, his hand slipping in the curve of your neck to kiss you deeper, making you taste his sweet lips with a moan from your part.

You heard something drop to the floor, followed by the dry thump of the drawer slamming shut with what you could imagine was his other hand that joined the other at your neck.

"You drive me crazy," he sighed, it was not a passionate statement, as he has done many times before.

It was a torn confession, much as if he was completely relinquished to being in a maddened loop with you.

"I'm sorry," you whispered when you parted from his lips, your hands falling to grab his shoulders for support.

"No, don't be," he replied in kind, touching your forehead with his own. "I'd rather have you drive me crazy forever than us splitting up."

"Joshua, we need to get better at this," you muttered shakily, your hand moving from one of his shoulders to find his hand on the crook of your neck.

"We will," he asserted. "I love you. I don't want to hurt you ever again. I won't."

Some of his words sounded familiar somehow, you thought. You also thought of telling him that relationships do not survive on love alone. But in that moment, the deep craving for his affection and reassurance won over reason.

"I love you too," you replied.

Joshua sighed, the sound was broken, almost as if it fought to get out of his lips. Then you understood that it had been a sob. "Say it again, please."

"I love you, Joshua."

His lips grazed yours just before he kissed you again, slowly and tenderly. "I won't fail you again," he muttered, his tone quivering slightly.

"Do you promise?" you whispered, your lower lip quivering slightly under the emotional turmoil that shook within you.

"Yes, I promise," he replied in the same manner, his eyebrows pinching slightly when he saw your eyes brimming with tears. "I promise, baby."

"I'm sorry that my actions pushed you to do this," you muttered with a broken voice, as if you held onto that thought from the moment you knew how this all happened. "I should have never gotten close to Jeonghan."

"No, baby. Don't say that," he replied with a crushed tone. "I know that you never had intentions to hurt me. And that your feelings for him were pure."

His thumbs wiped away the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed quietly.

The sense of relief you felt when he said that overwhelmed you briefly, making you choke on your words.

"The moment that became clear to me, I regretted everything," he whispered. "I pushed you too far and I don't want to do that ever again, baby."

Then he pressed his lips on your forehead for a long second, small but affectionate kisses made their way down from your forehead to your temple, to reach the apple of your cheek.

"I love you so much, bunny. I know that your heart is big enough for the both of us."

At that, you started crying fully, big hot tears brimmed in your eyes as you sobbed in pain from all the guilt and remorse you had felt for weeks.

"Come here," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and you dropped your head on his shoulder to find some support, your hands clinging onto his shirt. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry."

The sound of your cries and sobs filled the room, paired with Joshua repeating his gentle words over and over. He had started a gentle rocking motion from side to side, still holding you in a warm embrace.

"Do you want to lay on the bed?" he asked with a soft tone.

You nodded with your head still propped on his shoulder, sniffling quietly and trying to bring your cries to a stop.

"Okay."

You climbed on the bed first, slumping down on your designated side and waited for him to fill in his side.

But he stood before the bed. "Do you want me to bring you some water? Are you hungry?"

You smiled softly at him. "Water is okay."

"Sure," he muttered and walked out of the bedroom.

You took the moment to ask yourself what you wanted to do from now on. Your thoughts were scattered, between what you said to Jeonghan and what happened just now with Joshua. You knew that you loved them both, but you also knew that you wanted to be with just one of them.

Joshua came back carrying a glass of water, and you sat on the bed to take big generous gulps down. Your boyfriend stared at your face, his doe eyes slowly swimming over the features of your face with some sleepiness written all over them.

"Are you tired, baby?" you asked when he let out a big sigh.

The sweet tone laced all over your voice made him arch his eyebrows slightly, lifting his gaze to find yours before the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Yeah, a bit," he admitted, but he looked now more amazed at the gentleness of your words. As if he were not expecting you to be caring for him after being mad at him.

"Let's go to sleep, alright?"

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, but he nodded. "Alright," he replied.

Then commenced what you usually did before going to bed. You stood from the bed and changed into the t-shirt that you had stolen from Joshua's drawers, and now used nightly. Joshua smiled softly upon seeing his oversized t-shirt on you, just as he started removing his clothes himself.

You were brushing your teeth when Joshua came to hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and casting a look on the mirror in front of you to find your face. His demeanor was of a calmed anguish, his eyes were sad and tired, and you could tell that he still felt guilty over something.

But before you could ask about it, he pressed a kiss on your shoulder over his t-shirt, squeezing your waist with his hand as he reached out to grab his toothbrush, blinking slowly at you through the reflection of the mirror, probably noticing your curious eyes on him.

You pressed your lips into a tight smile and decided to wait for him on the bed, that way you could gather your thoughts before diving into questions.

You laid on your side of the bed, rethinking the conversation you had with Jeonghan. A shadow of guilt loomed over you when your thoughts inevitably found their way to the moment Jeonghan pulled you to that empty room, the way he seemed to be fighting against himself when he touched foreheads with you.

As soon as he slid beneath the bed sheets, your boyfriend searched for you to wrap his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you to him with a sigh that denoted some kind of relief that he was lying beside you.

"Are you okay, Josh?" you asked when you lifted your chin and found his gaze.

"I'm fine," he replied slowly, but his sad eyes did not let him lie to you.

"Tell me," you whispered, scooting on the bed closer to him to the point that your nose nearly touched his.

"It's nothing–I just," he slowly took in a breath, much as if he did that to combat whatever it was inside him that made him look so sad. "I don't want to go away for tour already. I wanted to stay here a bit longer. With you."

"We have three weeks left," you said, offering him some peace in the midst of all of the chaos.

"I wish I could give you more," he muttered, lifting a hand to caress your cheek softly. "I don't want to make you feel lonely at my side. I don't want to be away from you again."

"I know, baby," you whispered. "I don't want that either. But we'll get a hang of it, right?"

A sliver of hope seemed to glimmer in his dark eyes as he read your face slowly before nodding slightly with his head. "Yeah, baby. We will."

With some reluctance, you brought one hand to caress his chest, sending a glance to his face to catch any signs of discomfort. But he just quietly looked at you, his eyes trained on you as though he had missed your face.

"Sure you're okay?" you asked.

He nodded and grabbed your hand from his chest, kissing your palm tenderly to then press his lips on the pads of your fingers. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just thinking."

"About?"

He returned your hand to his chest, and you circled it back to his nape, playing with the strands of his golden brown hair with your fingers. "Did you tell Jeonghan how you feel?" he asked, darting a glance to your face swiftly.

"Y-yes, Josh. I told him about it," you blurted anxiously. "B-but nothing happened, he just grabbed my wrist and he… he–,"

"It's okay, baby," he muttered softly. "I don't mind if something happens between you."

"What?" you blurted incredulously.

"Baby, I've told you. Whatever you need to do when you're with him, do it, it's okay. I understand."

"Joshua," you muttered in a reproachful way. "You don't need to do that."

"But I mean it," he said with ease. "I don't want you to miss him and me when I go away."

You couldn't believe your ears. Maybe, your boyfriend was so tired that his mind had started to malfunction, sending weird thoughts to his mouth.

Joshua looked really tired from what you could assume was all the emotional and mental stress he went through thinking he would lose you. You thought of his words, of him saying that he wants to get better and now hearing that he would not take issue if you seek something with Jeonghan—

"You're crazy," you gasped.

Joshua let out a tired giggle, his hand slipping under your hair and cupping your nape. He crushed his lips against yours with a hum, backing away with a soft smacking of both your lips and his.

"Maybe," he rasped, pressing his lips against yours again. "But I mean it. If you need me to prove it to you, I will."

"Prove what–," you muttered but were quickly shut up by another kiss, and another.

You let out a laugh when his tongue sloppily slid between your lips as he kissed you languidly. His wet lips locked with yours kissing you tenderly, slowly, he hummed in your lips and you responded with your own, wordlessly telling each other of what you felt when your lips met.

"I love you," he whispered, his thumb and pointer finger pinching your chin to keep kissing you, he pressed his lips on the tip of your nose, then your forehead.

"I love you, Joshua," you replied in kind, littering kisses on his cheeks too, making him giggle softly when you kissed his studded eyebrow, the corners of his doe eyes.

He slid one arm beneath the curve of your neck, the other one snaking on the small of your back, thus hugging your body and pressing you to his. He continued littering your face with small kisses, he kissed your smile, and stilled when you cupped his cheek with your hand to bring him for a longer kiss.

You fell asleep not long after, breathing in the scent of his skin, pressing your lips on his throat. It was a short sleep, it happened regularly to you, being such a bad sleeper that when you woke up, you just sighed, knowing that it was one of those nights.

What you did not expect however, was that Joshua was awake too, apparently. The kiss he left on the crown of your head told you that much, just before he slid out of the bed sheets and walked out of the bedroom.

You heard the bathroom door close, followed by faint and muffled noises that you realized were kept at minimum to avoid waking you up.

Your boyfriend came back shortly, and upon seeing him enter the bedroom you decided to close your eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Joshua sighed when he reoccupied the space beside you, his hands searching for you quite immediately to hold you again.

You flinched as soon as you felt the cold and recently wet contact of his skin. "Cold," you whispered.

"Sorry," he muttered. "Did I wake you up?"

You hummed dismissively and scooped closer to him, humming happily when he wrapped your body in his arms again. One of his hands rubbed circles on your back over the large t-shirt you wore, you soon understood that he was doing that to soothe himself, not you.

His other hand found your hair, his fingers sinking in between the strands and raking through your scalp softly, making you sigh in the ecstatic feeling.

Joshua hummed sweetly when he heard your smile, moving his head to bump the tip of his nose against your forehead, egging you to lift your face to find his eyes.

What followed then was a long silence between you, soft touches here and there from both parts, you cupped his cheek , holding his dreamy gaze as your thumb caressed his lower lip, the rest of your fingertips grazing his cheek, his eyebrows.

Your boyfriend giggled sleepily when your hand slid from his face and a finger traced a line down his neck, feeling his Adam's apple bobbing slightly under your touch as he smiled at you.

He took the hand that was trailing down between his pecs now, taking it to his lips so that he could press tiny kisses on your knuckles and your fingers.

"Sorry, I'll let you sleep now," you whispered, abashedly.

"No, no," he muttered, negating with his head ever so slightly. "Keep going... please."

He released your hand by putting it back on his chest, urging you to keep administering sweet and tender touches to his skin. You smiled at him as you first pushed his golden brown hair back, making him blink a couple of times.

Joshua closed his eyes, sighing deeply when you caressed his cheek with the palm of your hand, his face relaxing so much you nearly thought he had fallen asleep.

But no, he was just relishing in your touch. It seemed as though feeling your hands on him, delivering soft touches, caressing his skin. You felt his chest swell slowly as you caressed his lean pecs, and you saw the features of his face relax.

His sleepy eyes outlined the features of your face quietly. "You're beautiful," he whispered, blinking slowly at you.

"Thank you, Josh," you giggled dismissively.

"I mean it," he whispered. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he mumbled, pressing the side of his face against the pillow and closing his eyes.

"Go to sleep, baby," you replied.

"Mmn," he hummed as one of his hands slid on your cheek. "You have the prettiest eyes, and the softest lips," he mumbled against your lips, giving you a feathery kiss. "I love the sound of your voice. I love the smell on your hair, your neck."

Your heart stammered frantically. "Josh," you mumbled in between featherlight kisses.

"I love the way you say my name," his whisper had turned into a breathy growl now, his next kiss hungrier than the last. Your boyfriend grunted slightly as he took a breath, his kisses had dropped all delicacy.

You sneaked a hand beneath the bed sheets to find his naked torso, feeling the hard muscle of his lats, making him drown a moan into your mouth.

"Don't you want to sleep, baby?" he whispered, his lips grazing yours at each word he uttered.

"No," you replied, your body suddenly alight just as his hand found the hem of the t-shirt, pulling it upwards and finding your skin, and pressing on your lower back.

"Okay," he whispered, reciprocating your eager kisses one by one, responding to each of your tiny moans with his own.

"Joshua," you called breathily when his hand slipped from your lower back, circling your waist under your t-shirt.

"Yes?" he mumbled, pressing his fingertips on your skin in a gentle manner, the act was not suggestive in any way.

Even after all of the times you have been intimate with your boyfriend, you were still categorically bad at initiating sex. Joshua was normally the one who would ask, or straight up tell you what he wanted. You sometimes envied that.

Because at that moment, Joshua did not read your intentions as well as he usually did. A thing you attributed to the still very recent cathartic moment you both had.

Joshua hummed when you sank your lips between his, kissing him deeply, brushing his upper lip with the tip of your tongue, a hand threading on his hair, tugging at the golden brown strands suggestively.

"Bunny," he muttered hoarsely, you felt his body tensing as he backed away from your lips.

Your heart deflated quite instantly when you noticed that his eyes had regained some sparkle, but you did not see the hunger in them that you had expected. He still looked anguished, and tired.

"We don't have to do this," he mumbled gently after a second he took to scan your face.

"But I want to," you hated the way your tone sounded whiny and needy.

His mouth parted a little, drawing in a breath and you could tell that whatever he was about to say, he dismissed it mentally by blinking once. "Baby, we have to stop resorting to have sex to try and fix our issues."

"I–I am not trying to have sex with you because of that," you whispered shamefully, almost feeling hurt that was his immediate thought.

"Are you sure?" he inquired, pushing his eyebrows up.

"I'm sure," you muttered, nodding your head. "When you left for tour, I realized that I regretted not being more intimate with you. And you're le–leaving again in three weeks. I don't want to regret that all over again."

His gaze softened. "You never told me," he mumbled in a non-reprimanding way.

"I am telling you now," you whispered and tried not to roll your eyes at yourself. "I get what you mean when you tell me that you wished things were different. I wish that too, from my part. I want to get better too."

"We'll work on it," he asserted quickly. "I just don't want you to think that we can appease every difficult situation we have by having sex."

"But when you go away, I'll–I just don't want to feel bad because I didn't get to be as close to you," you whispered, now completely shrunk over the feeling of his rejection.

"Our relationship has been turbulent from the start," he conceded with a hint of sad realization. "And a big part of our relationship is having sex, I don't want us to use it as a form to cope with our issues anymore."

"I know," you replied in the same manner. "I just wanted..."

"What?" he egged you on when your tone faltered and your gaze wandered elsewhere.

"I want to make the most of the time that we'll have together. Before you leave," your voice sounded tiny, but you felt content that you could get your words out and locked eyes with him.

"I understand that you feel anxious about me leaving, I feel the same way. But we'll manage," he whispered. "I can come back on the week days, if the opportunity rises. Or maybe you can visit me, whatever comes first."

"But in the meantime?" you inevitably asked. "When you went away, I felt frustrated at myself because I couldn't be closer and intimate with you. And I don't want that to happen again."

He probably saw the troubled look in your eyes, or heard the remorse in your tone because the features of his face smoothed a little, releasing the tension over the worry he still appeared to have. "Come here," he placed his pointer finger beneath your chin before he met your lips with his own.

"Josh, please," you whispered in between tender kisses, your hands moved to cup his face, using the opportunity to kiss him fervently. "Please, I need you. I want to feel you."

You hated how pathetic you sounded, but there was no other way to convey with words the need to feel his love for you. You needed the ache to be sated by his touch, by his lips on you.

"Do you really want to?" he asked in a hoarse whisper, his kisses turning as fervent and needy as yours.

"Yes," you breathed.

Your heart fluttered in victory when Joshua gave in, his tongue outlining your lower lip as his kiss turned fiery, ardent in passion. His hands roamed all over your back, pressing you against his hard body.

You muffled a moan in his mouth when his hand climbing up one side of your back circled to the front, feeling your chest under your t-shirt, his thumb grazing over your pebbled nipple, the pad of his tracing a circle on your areola, the touch kept so light that it made you shudder.

You hoisted one leg over and curled it around one of his to pull him closer to your body. Your hands have dropped from his cheeks and had found his hard chest again, exploring his torso and his back just to hear his small grunts in delight.

"I could never say no to you," he whispered in between featherlight kisses he littered from your lower lip, down to your chin, commanding you to pull your head back, leaving him ample space to kiss your neck.

"Joshua," you called in a breathy moan when his lips pressed a wet and open kiss on your throat.

"Yes?" he propped one of his arms below the pillows, pushing his body on top of yours without lowering his weight on you.

Your hands reached his face again, and he immediately leaned his cheek against your palm, closing his eyes before pressing his lips on the pad of your thumb as you caressed his lower lip.

"C-can we skip foreplay?" you asked timidly, but commanded yourself to look in his dark, dreamy eyes. "I really need you right now, baby."

"Of course," he whispered, giving you a nod with his head.

He lowered his hips to meet yours, thus making you feel his warmth, making you notice the way he was slowly getting hard as he continued kissing you. His arms framed your head on the pillows, as yours circled him over his shoulders, fingers grazing the golden brown hair on his nape.

"Say you love me," he breathed, pressing his lips against your lower repeatedly.

"I love you," you whispered shakily. "So much."

The low grunt he exhaled sent a shiver down your spine, he leaned his forehead on yours before pressing more kisses on your lips. Then you suddenly felt a hand sliding down your waist, fingers hooking on the band of your undies, tugging them down.

Joshua pulled back, sitting back on his heels to get rid of your panties, grabbing them by the band and pulling them down your legs. You lifted your feet, pulling your knees together to help him get your panties out of your ankles.

As he placed his hands on the sides of your head, you sent a glance down his body, finding his erection pressing on the fabric of his boxers.

The moment was quiet, just the exchange of kisses, soft gasps when Joshua lowered his hips against yours, when your cold hands slipped on his lower back and under the stretchy gray boxers, feeling his plump ass.

You pulled his underwear down as you felt his bum with the palms of your hands, making him smile as he pressed more kisses on the corners of your lips.

His eyes were trained on your face, outlining your features, much as if he were memorizing every single inch of your skin, your eyebrows, eyelashes, and he kissed the tip of your nose affectionately.

"Oh god," you gasped when you finally pushed his boxers down just about enough so you could feel his erection pressing against your wet pussy, making you flinch quite dramatically.

Your fingers wrapped around the veiny girth of his cock, enjoying the look on his face change from a calmed and fiery need for you, to a fully darkened gaze by lust and love for you. He blinked repeatedly when you angled him to your pussy, rubbing his tip on the slippery wet folds.

You felt your lower lip falling open when you guided the bulbous head of his cock to your entrance, and he immediately started pushing in. His dreamy eyes locked with yours, holding your gaze as he sheathed himself in you, every naked inch of him stretching your walls in one go.

"God, baby," he exhaled deeply, his eyebrows pinching in a gesture of pleasure. "You're so wet," he whispered, placing one arm over your head to support his body.

His other hand cupped your face, urging you to hold his gaze as he started rolling his hips on you, dragging his cock out and pushing it back in you tortuously slow, filling you up deliciously.

But you had realized that you did not care about pleasure at all.

"I love you," he whispered. Blinking languidly at you, the love in his eyes was undeniable, the smile he showed you making your heart flutter erratically.

"I love you," you replied, your hands roamed all over his back, feeling his hard muscles tense and relaxed as he pushed his hips against yours.

You wrapped your legs around him just as he moved the hand cradling your cheek to the other side of your head, thus now framing your head with his arms.

"My heart is yours," he muttered, his eyes reading the features of your face.

He pressed his lips on yours before you could muster a response, you had choked up on a sudden explosion of emotions, love, adoration, so violent and so tender at the same time that you had to muffle a sob in the kiss you shared with him.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered, breathing raggedly on your mouth.

Joshua nudged the tip of his nose with yours before meeting your lips with his own.

"I'm in love with you too, Josh," you muttered, your hand caressing his cheek and moving up to push his hair back.

The corners of his lips curved slightly into a sweet smile, his eyes looking at your face lazily, almost as if he were only kept awake by the overwhelming love and adoration he felt for you.

"Like this?" he asked softly when he rocked his hips against you in a different way, pushing inside you deeper, and slower.

You nodded wordlessly, losing yourself in the calm lust in his dark eyes.

"Kiss me, please?" you asked in a mere whisper.

He obliged immediately, locking his plump lips with yours, the tip of his tongue pressing on your lower lip, slowly rolling it into your mouth to meet yours.

Joshua moaned into your mouth, the rocking of his hips stuttering momentarily. "God," he sighed, dropping his forehead on yours gently, slowing down his thrusts as if to keep his own pleasure from building.

"No, no, keep going, please," you pleaded, realizing what he was doing.

"I'm close," he giggled shyly, pressing small kisses on your lips. "I'm sorry, baby. I really like it when you kiss me. Drives me crazy."

"I like it too," you replied, smiling fondly when you were reminded that your boyfriend could come from kissing you alone. "Please keep going, Josh."

"But I want you to feel good too," he mumbled, dragging his wet cock out of your walls despite the frustrated groan that elicited from you. "Just give me a second, baby," he said with a breathy giggle.

He used a hand to pull the t-shirt you stole from him up to your chest, his other arm supporting his body shifted on the pillows when he leaned down to litter your exposed breasts with wet kisses.

Your legs fell from his body and you lowered them back to the bed to see him move his body to get rid of his boxers completely. Then he crawled back to you to pay attention to your now naked breasts. His mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, giggling in response when you flinched dramatically.

"Josh, baby, please," you whined when the tip of his tongue swirled around your nipple, then moved to the other.

Joshua lifted his head to show you a smile, hovering on top of you to slot his hips between your thighs again, using one hand to align his cock to your pussy, slipping inside you again with a guttural moan from his part that vibrated on your chest.

You closed your eyes and buried your head on your pillows, swallowing back a moan when he started pushing in and out of you again. The pleasure you got from this was different to other times, but you were happy with just feeling him inside you, filling you up, every single inch of his body flushed against yours.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he mumbled when you were losing yourself on the blissful pleasure from his cock massaging your walls.

You opened your eyes again to see his face. Joshua smiled at you when your eyes met. "Don't close them again," he instructed with a caution lacing his tone.

You nodded your head in affirmation.

His arms cradled your head gently, his body now caging you in. "Move your knees up," he instructed and you did what he asked, lifting your feet off the bed and moving your knees back, thus angling your cunt for his thrusts.

The position made it so that you could feel his cock reaching a glorious spot within you. Your eyes widened slightly when you moaned, and he nodded.

"That's it. Feels good, doesn't it?" he mumbled with ragged breaths.

"Yeah, so good," you nodded frantically.

Joshua smiled sweetly at you, leaning to kiss your forehead. "I love you, baby."

Your hands grabbed his strong biceps, anchoring them for support as your thighs began to shake. "I love you," you replied in a whiny moan. "So, so much."

You felt his hips stutter again as a short breath escaped and brushed your lips. "Don't ever leave me," he whispered his plea.

"Never," you replied, your heart breaking over the way it seemed that his words escaped his mouth before he could hold a rein to them.

"I promise I'll get better," he muttered, once again touching your forehead with his as if he wanted to melt into you, latch onto you.

"I won't leave you, Josh," you mumbled with a pained chest, breaking over the look on his face, the broken sound of his voice. You were suddenly overcome with the need to take his pain away. "I promise."

"I can't live without you," he whispered, your cheek rubbed slightly with his and you felt a wetness smearing in your skin.

"Baby, I won't leave you," you replied in a hoarse whine, swallowing your tears. "Not now. Not ever. I'm yours."

"And I'm yours," he whispered back.

You cradled one of his cheeks with your hand, bringing him closer to kiss him, his breath hitched audibly when your lips touched his. He kissed you but briefly, because he started calling your name repeatedly, urgently.

"I'm close," he mumbled. "God, baby, please tell me your close."

You shook your head silently.

"Okay, okay," he sighed, one arm moving from your pillow, stopping the thrusts of his hips to hook his forearm beneath your knee, hoisting it up his shoulder and leaning forward.

Then he pressed his body on yours again, his cock reaching deeper than before, drawing out a wail from you so loud that you had to clamp your mouth shut with one hand.

"No, no, no, baby," he whispered languidly, growing more and more tired on top of you. "Let me hear you."

"Josh, please, please don't stop," you whined, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes but now from pure pleasure building rapidly inside you.

The position made it so that you felt fuller than before, you felt him push every single inch of his cock inside your walls, you felt him drag his cock in and out perfectly.

Joshua blinked sleepily, his dark eyes trained on your face to see any signs of discomfort. "Like that?" he asked, though he knew that you were already about to come.

"Yes, god, yes, please," you hissed, blinking your tears away but you did not tear your gaze from his.

Your boyfriend smiled fondly at you, he leaned his head to one side slightly, and you immediately brought one hand to cup his face, receiving one kiss on your palm.

You had reached a point where the pleasure was nearly overwhelming, making you moan pathetically every time he pushed his cock inside you.

"I'm there," you blurted. "Joshua, I'm g-gonna come."

Joshua nodded. "I'll come with you, baby," he whispered with some strain on his voice.

The vein popping in his forehead told you that he was growing tired. But Joshua did not falter in the movement of his hips, he did not slow down or change the depth of the thrusting of his cock inside you. His beautiful eyes trained on you the whole time.

"I love you, Joshua."

He blinked rapidly, his mouth parting to let out a tiny grunt. "I love you," he replied in kind.

You closed your eyes briefly as you were washed by the gentle and sweet waves of pleasure. "God, Josh..." you whispered, the grip on his bicep tightening as your orgasm overtook your body, making you writhe and arch your back on the bed.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered over and over, when you opened your eyes to find his, you saw the tears gathering in them. He came with you, his brow furrowing deeply, his mouth parting and letting sweet moans spill from his lips.

The last thrusts were sloppy, pushing his cum deep inside you and slumping his body on yours when he could not keep going any longer. He groaned in exhaustion, hiding his face on the curve of your neck, breathing in your smell, babbling nonsense, pressing kisses on your collarbone.

You wrapped your arms around him, lowering your shaky legs back to your bed, embracing the weight of his body on top of you, his warmth and the scent of his skin. Your hands caressed his body, waiting for him to come back to you.

"Sorry, I got carried away," he sighed, lifting his head from your shoulder, still breathing heavily.

"You were good, Joshua," you assured.

"Did you like it?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

"Y-yes," you stammered confusedly. But then it dawned on you that there were so few times you had vanilla sex with your boyfriend, you could count them in one hand. "Absolutely. Did you?"

He giggled. "Absolutely," he whispered. "Let me take care of you now, okay?"

"C-can we just stay like this for a bit?" you asked, your hand had made its way to his face once again, and you were pinching his chin softly.

"Sure," he said, pulling out of your wet walls carefully to not make you spill his cum immediately.

Joshua rolled back on the bed with a short sigh, lying next to you now, you felt his hand searching on the bed, finding your own to lace his fingers with yours.

"You're okay, bunny?" he asked, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.

"I'm okay," you reassured, nodding your head on your pillow. "You?"

"I'm alright," he replied in kind, his lips curving into a tiny smile. And he looked tired still, but not nearly as sad as he looked before.

"Sure?" you asked with some caution.

"I'm sure," he whispered, shifting to lie on his side, placing one arm over your head on the pillows, he sent a glance at you. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," you nodded, now you were beginning to feel the waves of slumber starting to drag over you, making you stifle a yawn.

"What happened?" he whispered, lazily blinking, trying to keep awake. "With Jeonghan. What did he say?"

Your breath coiled in your throat. "We just t-talked, Josh," you stammered. "He told me how he feels over this whole situation. I told him how I've been feeling too."

"And how do you feel now?" his eyes raised to find yours, and you found out that he was genuinely curious.

"I don't know," you replied. "He sort of... left an open invitation for me to talk if I need it. But we won't be friends anymore."

Your voice broke in the final words and you had to look away from your boyfriend's face briefly.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby," he whispered, and there was some warmth in his words when he uttered them.

"It's okay," you breathed. "I think this is for the best."

"Do you really think so?"

For a moment, you felt somewhat perplexed that you were having some sense of normalcy in talking to your boyfriend about what happened with Jeonghan. But that was just what it was, a normal, honest conversation with him.

"Yeah," you breathed. "We won't be seeing each other and this way I won't hurt him anymore."

"But is that what you really want?" he inquired with a low tone that told you he knew you were still sensitive about that.

"Mmm no," you confessed: "I wish we could go back to what we had before all of this but..." you rolled your eyes to the ceiling, trying to keep the looming sadness at bay. "I know now that we were not genuine with our friendship for a while, so... maybe it's best if we don't see each other again."

Joshua remained quiet for a long while, and when you saw his face again you saw that he had not fallen asleep, as you initially thought. He seemed deep in thought for a second, so you decided to drive his attention back to the present.

"I never told you this but I feel bad that you two aren't on speaking terms anymore, Josh. Do you think you can forgive him?" you whispered coyly, dreading to cross a line that you had not in all this time.

"No," he sighed, shifting on the bed so he was lying on his back again, tucking one arm under his head. "I don't know. It's not whether I can forgive him or not anymore, baby. I brought him and you closer, I knew he was in love with you the night of the threesome. I think that if we are going to move past this, then we need to talk about it, me and him... and you."

You huffed in disbelief for a second. "W-what?" you blurted. "You want me in that conversation?"

"If we are going to do things right from now on, I think that we should include you in that conversation when we have it," he whispered, stretching one arm to you when you scooted over, snuggling close to his body.

He wrapped you with one arm, sighing softly when you leaned your head on his chest, his fingertips started tracing invisible lines on your arm.

"When do you think you'll be ready to talk then?" you pried.

"Mm, soon. Maybe," he muttered, giving you a reluctant and fleeting look. "I... didn't tell you this, but I saw him just yesterday when I asked him to hear you out."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. "Y-you did that?"

"I did," he whispered guiltily, sending his gaze to the ceiling. "I don't need to forgive him, baby. There are some things I just can't control. Jeonghan's only fault was that he thought he could fall in love with you without caring that I would resent him for it."

"B-but there's something I don't understand," you stammered, trying to ignore the hollow feeling in your chest when you heard those words with such ease.

"What is it?"

"You say you don't mind my feelings for him... why do you do his?"

His fingers circled your arm softly, stopping his gentle caress on your skin. "Because I get jealous, bunny," he whispered. "I can't stand the thought that he gets to know your secrets, he gets to make you laugh, and I know how that feels for him, so yeah, I am not too keen on him being in love with you."

"B-but you had no issue that night in the middle of it," you interjected, feeling more confused than before.

Joshua sighed and for a brief moment you considered finishing the conversation so that he could sleep. But it was not a sigh of tiredness, it actually denoted some kind of frustration, as if he himself battled with the answer to your question.

"I liked it," he muttered, avoiding your eyes still. "I guess that I liked seeing how much you enjoyed it, it turned me on to watch you. It turned me on to think that you were fulfilling one of your fantasies with me. I don't know. It confuses me too."

You remained quiet, trying to imagine his perspective on that night.

"I also liked that I got to see a part of you I hadn't until that night," he added after some seconds of silence. "You know, when we met, you were timid and I loved that, but seeing you more confident, and vocal with what you wanted made me even more attracted to you."

"So you didn't hate the whole experience?" you asked with a tiny voice, sneaking a look at his face.

"I didn't hate it, baby," he giggled, moving his hand from your arm to your head to thread your hair with his fingers. "I enjoyed every second of it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Baby, you really have no idea of the effect you have on me," he sighed with a lazy giggle, feeling closer to a sweet slumber. "I really liked it. I found it very hot. I think if the circumstances were different, I'd do it again."

The last words he uttered seemed trampled by the sudden realization from his part. He was alarmed for a second, as if jerked awake by his own confession.

His immediate reaction was to look at your face. But you had your eyes closed, your cheek was squished by his shoulder and you had already begun to breathe deeply, your eyelids fluttering slightly when he moved his head back to his pillow.

Joshua exhaled in some kind of relief. But a sharp feeling inside his chest warned him of holding back this confession to you. He did not want to withhold things from you again, but he also had no clue as to what to do with this confession.

What did this imply for him? What circumstances?

Joshua twirled his keychain on his fingers mindlessly, the pad of his thumb brushing over the bunny figurine he had bought one day, long ago. He saw it and immediately thought of you, and got it so that in some way, you would be with him wherever he went.

The Spot was the same as the last time he visited two weeks ago, when he quite practically ambushed Jeonghan and asked him to talk to you.

That seemed like forever ago and not merely two weeks. Now, Joshua was closer to leaving for tour, closer to his band's first studio album release. So he was getting ready, busy with work, which he found a blessing, because he did not want to pay attention to his turbulent thoughts at the moment.

The music was kept at a low volume, but loud enough that he did not register the noise from the movement behind him. So he flinched in surprise when Jeonghan sat down on the barstool beside him with a loud sigh.

Joshua looked at his best friend once and clicked his tongue.

"What, I can't pull the same tricks you pull on me?" Jeonghan smirked, confidently stretching one arm over the bartop to reach for Joshua's bottle and took one big gulp.

Joshua sent a dry look across the bar to find its owner, sitting on the last booth of the place, overseeing something on his phone. Seungcheol darted a glance his way, visibly suppressing a devious smile.

Joshua shook his head at him in disapproval.

"What do you want, Jeonghan?" he dragged his words in an irked way, but he could not help but feel stupid.

He knew Jeonghan too well, he should have expected something like this would happen.

"I want to know," he started, lifting a lithe hand at Wonwoo and nodding his head at him meaningfully. "Did you guys make up?"

"We did," he nodded, hating the fact that he no longer felt confident of speaking about you with him. "Why?"

Jeonghan shrugged, smiling passively at Wonwoo when the beer and soju got to his hands. "Because you're a pain in my ass and I want to make sure I won't be bothered by this ever again."

Joshua immediately knew his best friend was not being completely honest. The bite in his words told him that much. "We made up. We're fine."

"Pffft, okay," he huffed, mixing the soju and beer in his glass expertly and then he drank it whole in two big gulps. Placing the empty glass and meeting his gaze. "And when you leave again? What happens then?"

The reminder made his stomach churn. "Then I'll leave," Joshua read his best friend's face again. Sensing that his answer had been unfulfilling he sighed. "I actually wanted to talk to you about it, but... I've been busy."

It was not a lie. He had been caught up with so much work for the past two weeks he had not even had the chance to even think about the last conversation he had with Jeonghan. And even so, he did not want to think about the night he talked to you about it.

"Talk about what?" Jeonghan asked, stopping the task to refill his glass.

"I... I have a proposition to make to you," Joshua enunciated slowly and sent a glance around himself and Jeonghan.

"Oh no," he sighed, his shoulders slumping down a little. "I am done with your fucking ideas, Joshua. Please, keep them."

"Just, hear me out," Joshua turned on his seat to face his best friend. Upon seeing eye to eye with him, something happened that he was not expecting. He felt a sudden surge of excitement.

"Whatever it is, I don't wanna hear it," Jeonghan huffed, his mouth pouted a little and turned his palms to the ceiling. "I just ambushed you so that you could tell me that all of this is behind us."

What Jeonghan meant by the word he heavily emphasized, was just both of them. And Joshua seemed vexed that after all of this, he still was looking for a friendship, to remain as before.

But of course, Joshua thought one second after. Jeonghan was the best friend he has ever had the opportunity to meet. He is so fond of keeping his friends close that even falling in love with you does not seem to deter him from it.

Maybe you are right, he thought. Maybe Jeonghan and him were crazy.

"Fine," Joshua sighed and turned back to face the bartop, fingers toying with the neck of his beer bottle. "Forget it."

A long silence followed, Joshua remained dead set on staring at his keychain still resting on the lacquered bartop.

"Ok, now I want you to tell me," Jeonghan urged.

"No, no," Joshua muttered indignantly. "You're right. Let's put this behind us, yeah?"

"Tell me," Jeonghan insisted with a tone that Joshua hated to hear and then: "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me..."

"Okay, okay!" Joshua let out a light giggle, turning to his best friend, whose eyes lit up at the sight of Joshua smiling at him after what had been so long it must have been ages. "I'll tell you!"

"I'm listening," his brightened eyes looked over the smile, expecting.

"But not here," Joshua stated, leaning back slightly on the barstool and pulling out his wallet.

"Are you really going to do that again?" Jeonghan huffed in feigned annoyance. "Let me finish my drink first, at least. Damn."

Joshua pulled out a couple of bills, covering Jeonghan and his drink.

"Be quick," Joshua nagged too, laughing again when his friend just rolled his eyes at him, but still gulped down the last contents of his glass.

"Fuck, you're desperate," Jeonghan said upon lowering his glass heavily, sighing in satisfaction after downing a beer and soju.

"Come on," Joshua grabbed his keys again.

"Hold on," he heard his friend gasp behind him, falling into step with Joshua's long stepping.

"Did you bring your car?" Joshua asked as he pushed the door, letting Jeonghan exit the bar first.

"No, I was planning on getting drunk tonight," Jeonghan replied with an annoyed hint in his tone.

"Good," he nodded, unlocking the doors of his white van he bought when Midnight Haze was still considered a local band, and needed to transport their instruments, particularly, Jihoon's drum set.

"Where are we going?" Jeonghan asked as he opened the door to the copilot seat.

"We are picking Bunny up," Joshua checked his phone. "She's with some friends, we're a little late, actually."

Jeonghan had a reaction that Joshua partly expected. He initially bristled mid putting his seatbelt on. But then, after getting comfortable on his seat, Jeonghan sighed.

"I think I'm beginning to comprehend where this is going," Jeonghan said, and sent him a look. "Joshuji, this is not a good idea."

"You haven't even heard my proposal out."

"And I already know it'll suck," Jeonghan clicked his tongue in resignation as Joshua started to drive. "God I should've had another drink."

Jeonghan glanced his way when that elicited another faint laugh from him. "Me too, man. Me too."

Joshua tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, following the rhythm to the song playing on the radio. Jeonghan hummed to the song absentmindedly too, his soft voice filling the silence between them too.

They were both very evidently avoiding the subject. Joshua felt that sooner or later, his best friend would bring it up.

"Have you... told her about what you're planning?"

"Uh, we had a conversation about it," he muttered idly, eyes set on the road, his hand steering the wheel as he pulled the van to the curb, turning the engine off.

"Joshua," he dropped his tone to a low rasp, drawing Joshua's eyes to him. "I don't think this is a good idea. I don't know what your plan is but... Let's not do things harder for her, yeah?"

"It won't make things harder," Joshua reassured his best friend, though he did consider the worry in his entire demeanor, the way it shifted rapidly to the point that Joshua thought Jeonghan was about to run away.

He had pulled up in front of an apartment complex in a beautiful neighborhood. Jeonghan looked around from the copilot seat, leaning forward to look up at the tall building he presumed you were in with your friends.

Joshua sent you a text letting you know he was there, and he also added that Jeonghan was there too.

"She's here," Jeonghan whispered, undoing his seatbelt.

You were smiling to one of your girlfriends as you walked out of the building, you waved at her goodbye and turned to walk towards the white van parked in front of the building.

Joshua swiftly got out of the van, and Jeonghan saw your face lit up at the sight of your boyfriend, making his stomach twist and his entire body burn.

You reached out to give him a sweet kiss. "Hi, handsome," you muttered happily.

"Hi, beautiful," Joshua sighed. "Hey, did you check your phone?"

You instantly palmed the pockets of the long skirt of your dress. "Uh, what, no, why," you looked alarmed for a second. "Wait, here it is," you pulled out your phone from your pocket.

"Baby," he was just about to tell you what the contents of his message read but he forgot just how fast of a reader you are. With just one glance at the phone screen your eyes widened, immediately sending a glance to the van.

Jeonghan pressed his lips into a flat, dry smile when your eyes met with his.

"What is going on?" you asked, each word uttered slowly.

"Let's go home, okay? We're going to talk," he muttered, nodding to the van.

Joshua pinched your chin gently to drive your gaze back to him.

"Babe, what have you told him?" you asked with an alarmed hint in your tone, rushing your words out.

"Nothing yet," he muttered.

You stared at him for a long second before turning to walk up to the van, opening the door and climbing onto the pilot side of the bench seat, then scooping right up to the middle, your thigh brushing Jeonghan's.

"Hi," you whispered nervously, eyes set to the front. You had to squeeze your thighs together to avoid brushing with Jeonghan's.

"Hi," Jeonghan replied, noticing you seemingly vexed so he offered you a smile devoid of happiness that vanished a second later.

Because you had to come to terms with the idea that Jeonghan did not see you as a friend anymore, and had not seen you as a friend for a while. It had broken your heart but you were better off knowing that he would move on. Or so you thought.

And now, you had to think about what stance you were going to take. Sitting there on the bench seat of the van, pressed between the two men that you loved. No one said a word for the whole ride home , and you did not dare deter your eyes from the road ahead of you.

As soon as you crossed the door to your apartment, you immediately picked up the forgotten mug on the coffee table, the napkin by its side stained with your lipstick smushed in it and deposited it in the kitchen sink and bin respectively.

"Baby, leave that," Joshua muttered when you grabbed the fresh sheets that you folded and left on top of the armrest of the couch; a task that you had left for when you came back.

You made no reply, in fact you seemed to be anxiously cleaning to psych yourself up, thinking that whatever your boyfriend was planning to say, you could take it.

"Make yourself comfortable," you said while busying yourself with another imaginary task now.

Jeonghan shrugged and chose to sit on the sofa, that way he could follow your movements, so there he sat, quietly observing whatever you were up to.

Meanwhile, Joshua let out a sigh and shook his head, following you to the kitchen as you emptied the contents of the dryer, your arms cradling a bundle of fresh clothes, both yours and your boyfriend's.

"Bunny, give me that," he muttered with a gentle tone, scooping the clothes from your arms before you could even say no.

"I had it," you muttered anxiously and raised your head to glance his way.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone dropping to a mere whisper. "I thought you'd be happy to see him."

"What?" you gasped in a sharp hiss: "I never said that, Joshua!"

"Let's just sit down and talk, okay?" he suggested, his eyes full of worry when he saw just how anxious you had grown that you had to turn to doing chores to try and calm yourself down.

"I don't know if I can do this, Josh," you breathed so nervously that your breathing had turned shaky.

"I should leave."

Your breath hitched audibly. Jeonghan was standing by the kitchen's entrance, shoulder leaning to the wall, arms crossed and a passive expression on his face.

"I told you this would make it worse," he chastised, giving a stern and cold look to your boyfriend.

Joshua pressed his lips into a flat line, looking at his best friend and then sending a quick glance at your face. He nodded sharply.

Jeonghan nodded back in an unspoken agreement and pushed himself off the wall, taking a step towards the door.

"No, wait," you immediately muttered nervously. "Wait, just... Just give me a minute, please."

He paused, though hesitantly. "You don't have to do this. I can go, and we can forget that I was even here."

That was something that you did not want. And both men saw it in the way that your frame tensed up and your brow furrowed slightly. "No, no, don't go, I can... If you just give me a minute, I..."

Jeonghan seemed to grow worried when your tone faltered in defeat. You yanked your gaze from his face and sent it to the floor, mind reeling in search of something to say.

"Baby, help me get this to the bed," Joshua nodded to the socks that had fallen off the bundle of clothes he cradled in his arms. You immediately read that as an attempt to pull you to an even more secluded part of the apartment.

You picked up the socks from the floor and followed Joshua to your bedroom, where he discarded the clothes in the empty hamper that you had forgotten on the chair.

"Listen to me," he whispered, cupping your chin with one hand to command your eyes to his. "Breathe, we're just going to talk, okay? About everything."

"You should've consulted me about this!" you retorted indignantly, thinking that your boyfriend had crafted a plan with Jeonghan behind your back. "I thought we had agreed on not hiding stuff from each other!"

"In fairness, this was all spontaneous," he muttered, realizing how his response sounded, he shook his head slightly. "We sort of crossed paths while I was at the bar and I wanted to have this conversation with you involved, so."

You looked at your boyfriend for a long second, then you considered giving him a chance to carry out what he had in mind. "Okay, but you and I are going to talk about this afterwards," you stated firmly and turned your back to him, walking out of the bedroom.

Jeonghan had occupied the left side of the couch again, lifting his head up when he heard your feet shuffling from the hall, his eyes following you as you sat down on the sofa, decidedly far away from him.

Joshua came onto view a second later, stopping when he saw that you had chosen to sit on a spot where he could not sit next to you. So he sat on the couch next to Jeonghan, on the spot that was closer to yours.

You knew that both men were observing your movements, your face, reading every single reaction from you. You let out a puffy sigh, denoting your tiredness from their controlling and manipulative tactics.

"I don't know how to say this. So I'll just try to get to the point," Joshua started reluctantly, rubbing the palms of his hands on his jeans. "I am leaving soon, I'm going to be traveling around a lot again and I don't know when I'll come back. And you know this already baby, but Jeonghan doesn't know that I don't want you both to be distant because of me."

Jeonghan was the first to have a visible reaction, his eyebrows jumped up slightly, and he turned his head to one side to look at your boyfriend.

"You what?"

"This is going to sound crazy but," he sent you a quick glance in a sign of nervousness. "We can–we can maybe–I've been thinking that when I'll go away, you'll be alone again and–"

"Just spit it out, Joshua," Jeonghan cut off with a hint of annoyance. You had never heard him speak in such a snappy way. But you also understood why he would.

"I'm thinking that maybe we can work something out together. Us three," your boyfriend blurted out with a hollow sigh at the end of his sentence, much as if he were dying to get it out, for days.

"Joshua..." you began with caution laced in your tone, darting a glance to Jeonghan sitting beside your boyfriend and noticing that he had tensed up, you tried to intervene. "Baby, this is probably not a good idea."

An awkward, tense moment followed. Joshua and Jeonghan looked at each other and you realized that they were only waiting for your response, as if that were the only thing that mattered, really.

"Wait," you whispered, feeling dumb for not catching on sooner. Jeonghan read your boyfriend's face swiftly, and you saw in his demeanor that he was not as outraged or combatant as you initially thought he would be.

Both of them turned to you at the same time, in perfect synchronicity. A shiver ran down your spine, and you wished to have the power to know what they were thinking, what they had communicated with just one single look exchanged between each other.

"What are you even saying?" you blurted bewilderedly. "Joshua, are you crazy? I thought you didn't like this, I thought you hated the idea of Jeonghan liking me–"

"And I do," he shrugged and you could tell how uncomfortable he was by the way that his expression changed, grimacing. "But I also... I can't stop thinking that I..."

He placed his elbows on his knees, burying his face on his hands for one brief moment and at that, you wanted to call this off. You wanted to say that you were done talking about this. But you were not.

"I can't stop thinking that I want to do it again," Joshua said as he raised his head once again, looking at you now with a certainty that stopped your blood cold in your veins. "I want this. I don't know how, I don't know why. But I want this."

Silence.

The first thing that finally broke the tension was Jeonghan huffing loudly in disbelief. He shook his head and grinned as if to himself, and you knew that he already had a quippy retort waiting on the tip of his tongue.

"Want what, Joshua?" you muttered with a restlessness that made your tone quiver.

"I want you with me. And him. At the same time, separately. However you want, you decide," he glanced at his best friend once and it shook you to your core to know that he did not need a verbal confirmation from him. That look had been enough.

"As in... sex?" you shook your head when you realized when you were entertaining his idea, but you needed to know what his exact thinking was.

"As in everything. As long as you're comfortable with it."

Then it hit you, that night you were both talking late at night, the way that he told you he liked the threesome, the way that he seemed to be confused about it himself.

"This is crazy, Joshua."

Jeonghan also seemed to be uncomfortable by this, covering his eyes with one hand. "It is crazy," he dropped his hand back to his lap. And though he did not outright say it, he was not against it.

"If you don't want to do it, we don't do it. We can forget this conversation even happened," Joshua glanced to his side, then to you. Jeonghan seemed to nod ever so slightly, agreeing with your boyfriend.

An open relationship. That was what Joshua was suggesting. And it seemed so mind-blowing to you to come to the realization that he had been trying to hint at it for weeks now and finally got around to voice it out.

Both men looked at you, waiting for your answer. Your first instinct was to say no, to emphasize once again how crazy everything about that idea was.

But you had to stop yourself. You also considered every single implication if your answer was yes. What would this mean for your relationship with Joshua? If you said no, you would be hurt over losing Jeonghan all over again.

You pushed yourself to your feet and resumed pacing around the living room all over again. "Is this what you really want, Joshua?" you asked, pausing to look at his face and sighed when he nodded. "This is crazy, crazy, Joshua. I mean, how would that even work?"

"You decide. The important thing is that we could work things out, for all of us," Joshua seemed more in control now, probably because he had finally said what had been disturbing his mind for days.

But also, he saw that you immediately did not say no, and you hated that they both knew your answer before you knew it yourself. You hated that they knew you so well that they were just waiting for you to say it.

Jeonghan stood from the couch, making your head snap to find him approaching you slowly, cautiously. "Listen, if you don't want to do it, it's okay. We can forget about this and pretend it didn't happen. I don't want you to feel pushed to do anything, okay?"

"And I don't want you to get hurt again," you muttered nervously.

"Why would I?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

You gave yourself a long second to think of your answer. If you agreed to this, you thought, you would spend time with him, you would get closer again. But now you would do so with the full intention of being closer, knowing that there were feelings in between.

And Joshua said that you could all make it work. He was on board with it, he said he could not get the idea off his mind. You sneaked a look at your boyfriend. Joshua was still sitting on the couch, but noticing your meaningful look at him, he just gave you a tiny nod.

"Mmn?" his sweet brown eyes triangulated from yours, to your lips then back up. "If you don't want this, then no. I can walk away right now."

Something in his words sounded very familiar. Experiencing a hazy, distant deja vu in the back of your mind, you nodded at him. "I want this," you whispered, your own words stunning you so deeply that you did not even give yourself time to process it.

Jeonghan took in a breath through his nose, slowly but you noticed the way your answer had caused him to feel something too. "Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," you gulped hard, nodding with your head as the realization sunk within you. "I'm sure."

Joshua did not look one bit discouraged about your answer. His big, dreamy eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement when you looked at him.

A hand slipped in yours, drawing your gaze back to the man directly in front of you. "Can I...?" Jeonghan whispered, cupping your cheek with his other hand. He also swallowed, his eyes swiftly locking with yours.

"Yes, Jeonghan, yes," you gasped, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over your body when in a breath, Jeonghan leaned his forehead against yours, his hand sliding from your cheek, slowly making its way to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling with your hair.

"God, I missed you so much," he whispered in your lips right before he pressed them with his own.

You instantly replied with another kiss, slowly locking your lips with his. "I missed you too, Jeonghan," you confessed, your heart beating against your chest so hard that you swore he would be able to hear it.

Kissing him again caused a shudder inside you so overwhelming that you were already breathing erratically. But kissing him now with the full admittance of your feelings was completely different from before.

His hand moved from your nape to your neck, where he just grabbed you softly, capturing your lips to show you how much he missed you, featherlight kisses pressed in quick succession as he hummed and ceased kissing you, though reluctantly.

"What's next, what do you want to do now?" he asked, pulling back from you.

"Let her breathe," Joshua teased, a small smile appearing on his lips as he nodded his head at you. "Are you okay, baby? You look a little shocked."

Your boyfriend stood up from the couch, walking up to you and standing beside Jeonghan. It was almost perplexing to see them both standing side by side again, their minds silently blending in their scheming.

But it was also, so very hot to see just how quickly both men switched into the same mindset of that night of the threesome. You could not quite put your finger on what it was. But you found it enticing.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you replied, but you sounded out of breath, even though you were not.

Joshua was the first one to notice your breathy tone, his studded eyebrow cocked up ever so slightly. "Oh, baby. Sure you're okay," he tilted his head to one side. "Do you want to take this to our bedroom already?"

Jeonghan leaned his head to the side too, but in the direction of your boyfriend's, it was not a calculated move and it just added to the way they blended in their movements without even knowing.

You released a sigh that denoted both your eagerness, and the defeat over how quickly your boyfriend caught on your secret intentions. Joshua giggled and grabbed your hand to pull you towards the bedroom, probably knowing that you would grab Jeonghan's hand in the process and drag him too.

He clicked his tongue and smiled, and your heart crushed over how much you adored seeing him smiling again. Once you were in your bedroom, he looked around it curiously, as he had never been inside these four walls before that moment.

The bed was high and very wide, spacious enough for whatever your two lovers would want to do with you. You approached the foot of the bed and reluctantly turned to see them both standing behind you.

"Who do you want first, baby?" Joshua asked, being the one to notice your nervousness and reached out to cup your chin, keeping your gaze locked with his.

"Can't I have you both? At the same time?" you asked, short of breath, sounding so needy that you felt a surge of warmth on your cheeks.

"Of course, but don't you want to take turns with us first?" he suggested, calling back to the night of the first threesome.

You nodded, deciding to go along with it. "Undress me, please?" you whispered sheepishly.

Joshua showed you a sweet grin, dimples crowning his lips cutely. "Turn around for me, baby," he instructed, making you turn your back to him, now facing Jeonghan.

You reached out a hand to him as your boyfriend grabbed you by the waist, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Come here," Jeonghan took your hand in his, his cold fingers slipping between yours quite automatically, as if they had a mind of their own.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice sweet and low at the same time.

You brushed his long black hair aside with your free hand as your boyfriend littered your neck with wet kisses, patiently covering each sweet spot of yours with his lips.

"I–I don't know," you rasped, eyelids fluttering rapidly when Joshua's hand slid from your waist and searched for the front buttons of your dress. "J-just do whatever you want to me, I'll like it."

Your lover smiled just before he met your lips with his own, tenderly at first, much as if he wanted to take things slowly. But you were eager to feel him, eager to recreate the intimacy of that night.

"Joshua," you gasped when his fingers finished undoing the buttons of the front of your dress, slipping the sleeves off your arms and the skirt of the dress pooled at your feet, leaving you to your bra and panties only.

His large and warm hands parked on your waist, his lips kissing your cheek, trailing down to your neck. "Don't tell me you're shy now, bunny," your boyfriend muttered, his lips grazing your skin in the process.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Jeonghan teased with a grin, his hand cupping your chin moved to your cheek as he pressed his lips with yours, slowly locking them in a deep, wet kiss.

Then your boyfriend moved his hands to your back, his fingers swiftly unclasping your bra, and then a pair of cold fingers hooked on the middle part of it, peeling the pretty lace clothing off your chest.

Your mind was split between paying attention to your boyfriend's hands, removing your clothes bit by bit, or Jeonghan helping him with it. Your own hands were placed on his chest flatly to help you keep your balance.

"Lie down on the bed," he instructed, his tone laced with a sweetness that you did not expect, his kisses becoming more and more demanding.

With a brief groan, Joshua used his hands on your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and rushing you to the mattress, nearly hauling your body to the plush covers. You gasped, but smiled at both men as they moved with an unspoken simultaneity: Jeonghan grabbed his hoodie by the hem of the neck part, yanking it over his head and throwing it to the floor, while Joshua removed his black leather jacket.

You concealed a smirk by biting your lower lip, Joshua pressed a knee on the edge of the bed, crawling over to you, his hands searching for the waistband of your pretty lace panties.

"God, you're so pretty," Jeonghan sighed, his eyes roaming over your now wholly naked body sprawled on the mattress, taking your hand when you reached out to him.

"Thank you, Jeongjeong," you used the opportunity to smile at him, just as he occupied a spot on the bed right by your side, an elbow supporting his weight to use his free hand to cup your cheek.

"Can I call you baby again, then?" he mumbled, his beautiful eyes locking with yours, the outer corners lifting in a smile when you winced nervously as Joshua kept kissing your tummy, trailing to your mound.

"O-of course," you stammered, lowering a hand to rake your fingers through Joshua's golden brown hair. "C-call me princess again, Jeonghan, please,"

"You like that, don't you?" Jeonghan asked, his thumb brushing on your cheekbone, pressing a kiss on your forehead, also deciding to leave a trail down, to your lips. "I remember being told how much you enjoy being pampered."

Joshua grabbed your thighs by the outer part, pushing his tongue on your pussy lips, tongue swiping between your folds with a raspy groan, tasting you fully, earning a high-pitch moan from you, your hand clenching around the golden hair.

"Josh," you mewled out lewdly. "Fuck, baby, just like that," you caressed his long hair back, getting a glimpse of his studded eyebrow, how it cocked up at the sound of your praise.

Jeonghan averted his gaze from your face, to your boyfriend's buried between your thighs, mouth pressed so tightly against your cunt that left little space for Jeonghan to see his tongue working on you, teasing your spots he knew by heart, the movements he knew drove you crazy.

"Come here," you grabbed Jeonghan almost forcefully, using your free hand to bring him by his nape and crushed your lips against his, earning a deep giggle from the man you have been neglecting for over a month now.

Joshua glided the pointed tip of his tongue around your swollen clit, swirling around it in figure eight motions, a loud groan coming from him when your thighs tensed up at his sides, his hands sliding on your inner sides, angling them open to eat you out freely, at his heart's content.

At the same time, Jeonghan swiped a line on your lower lip with his tongue, rolling it inside your mouth expertly, almost as if he had not forgotten a single second of the night he kissed you for the first time. He hummed, his fingers sinking and tangling in your hair.

It was becoming hard to breathe, but deciding to let go, you focused on letting your body lose, freeing yourself from the tension that kept you from really feeling your boyfriend's mouth pleasuring your pussy, your lover kissing you as if his life depended on it.

In a sudden move, you pulled your head back, detaching your lips from Jeonghan's. "Oh, god," you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly, you locked eyes with Jeonghan, seeing him smile ever so slightly. "B-baby–Josh, I–I'm coming, I–I..."

Your first orgasm came fast and brutally hard. You screwed your eyes shut so tightly that you saw colors behind your eyelids, your mouth slowly falling open as a long, whiny moan came out. Small kisses left a tingling sensation as they were planted in your lower lip, your cheeks and eyelids.

Arching your back on the bed, your fingers curled and uncurled on your boyfriend's hair, thighs trembling as he continued to tease your clit relentlessly, not showing signs to stop or to change the pace of his pointed tongue pressing and swirling around your bud.

Jeonghan kept kissing your lips while you moaned until you were rendered breathless. His lips pressed on the corner of your teary eyes, breathing out a giggle when you opened them to see his face.

"Felt good?" his eyebrows pushed up, the playful smile curving his lips.

You felt your brow furrow at that. "Yeah," you breathed out, wincing when Joshua left an open kiss on your lips, lifting his head from between your legs.

Joshua looked satisfied when he saw your fucked out form, much as if he felt proud that your first orgasm was his. "Guess you're next," he smirked when you reached out to grab the hem of his black t-shirt, tugging it upwards.

Jeonghan made no verbal response, but he got to work right away, pulling back from you to sit back on his knees and pulled the t-shirt over his head, throwing it away dismissively. He crawled backwards to lower his feet from the bed, just as you rolled over to crawl to him, chasing him almost.

"Sit here," he nodded to the edge of the mattress, his fingers undoing the button of his black denim jeans.

"Let me do that for you," you breathed out lewdly, reaching out to hook your fingers on the waist of his jeans tugging them down. You heard a breathy giggle in the back, and you did not need to turn to see your boyfriend to know he was enjoying this.

"Did you miss me, baby?" Jeonghan asked, cupping your face with both hands, his fingertips sinking in between the strands of your hair.

"Yeah," you blurted out immediately and looked up to find his eyes trained on the features of your face. "M-missed you."

The corner of his lips quirked up, leaning his face against yours, he breathed. "Did you miss this?" he whispered, planting soft pecks on your lips, the tip of your nose and forehead.

An euphoric shudder coursed through you. Your thumbs hooked on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly to see his pretty cock springing out of them, fully hard, precum smeared on his tip sloppily.

Jeonghan stepped out of his clothes, now standing between your legs, wholly naked, he cast a look over your head and smirked.

"As soon as she comes, she's mine," Joshua said with a hoarse tone, and you knew that he ached to be Jeonghan at that moment.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied with ease, his gaze returning to you. "Lean back for me, baby," you obeyed, placing your hands behind you on the mattress to support your body. "Good girl."

But his gaze trailed down, and you followed it. Jeonghan grabbed his hard length with one hand, guiding his tip to your core, but stopping to play with your arousal by running his tip up and down your folds. An amused look taking over his features when you whimpered lewdly.

"Jeonghan, be quick," you mewled when he rubbed his tip against your engorged clit, your fingers clenching on the covers instinctively. "P-please."

A loud moan escaped your mouth when he started sinking his pretty cock in, the sight of it disappearing inside you making him sigh out a moan too.

"Jeonghan," you whimpered, biting your lower lip to avoid making more noise, but you could not help but moan when he bottomed out completely, releasing a sigh with you. "Move, fuck, please move, Hannie."

He giggled breathily, but he gave you what you wanted right away, pulling out his length, then bottoming out again, repeating the action slowly. "Yeah," he rasped with a grin. "I missed this too, princess," he muttered with a low tone that nearly sounded husky. "So fucking good," he sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes briefly.

"Yeah, yeah, just like that, Jeongjeong," you mewled with a high-pitch tone, thighs trembling already from the pleasure building back up.

You felt the bed shift, and caught a glimpse of your boyfriend sitting, back against the headboard of the bed, his jeans were gone, and he only wore his black sleeveless and boxers.

"Who would've thought that your boyfriend is a cuck," Jeonghan teased, when you had to swallow back a moan at realizing just how hard your boyfriend was from watching you and Jeonghan, a wet patch of precum darkening the dark fabric of his boxers.

A what? You initially thought but everything clicked quite rapidly. Joshua had his eyes trained on you, on your face, wandering slightly to your hands when you gripped the duvet tighter. But his face seemed to change, the features relaxing when his eyes zeroed on Jeonghan pulling his cock out of you, siking back again repeatedly.

"I guess it's kind of a given, right?" Jeonghan gasped, pushing his hips against you at a slow pace, his cock sliding in and out your wet walls, making him moan in your ear. "You make the prettiest faces when you come, did you know?"

You were biting your lip, frowning deeply as you focused on the pleasure building inside you threatening to snap. "Mmn?" you hummed dumbly, ignoring the smile that took over the features of his face. "I–I think I won't last long," you muttered abashedly.

"You're close?" he asked and you nodded immediately. "Lie back, baby," with a sigh you lied back on the covers, just as he cupped the back of your knees with his hands hoisting your legs on his shoulders.

Then he started pushing inside you at a fast and calculated pace, the position changing so now the tip of his cock hit a glorious spot on your walls repeatedly, making you wail out madly. "Jeonghan!"

"Yeah, baby," he whispered raggedly, short gasps leaving his lips as he continued to minister his slow, deep thrusts, his hands holding your legs squeezed you gently. His eyes were focused on your face, and you did not need to look at Joshua to know that he was doing the same. "Come for me, princess."

Your fingers sneaked between your pussy lips, finding your swollen bud covered in your slick and started rubbing circles. "Oh god," you gasped, letting out a long moan as the tension finally snapped, pleasure blooming inside you, coursing through your limbs. "Oh god, oh god, god."

"That's it, baby," Jeonghan whispered, his head lolling back, his throat bobbing ever so slightly as sweet moans came out of his mouth, he gritted his teeth, his hips hitting against you slowly. "C-cumming," he blurted, veins started to pop on his neck.

With one final, raspy groan, Jeonghan stopped thrusting inside you sloppily, his face completely relaxed, but he was breathing erratically now. He turned his face, pressing a kiss on the side of your knee before letting your legs down.

"You're okay, baby?" Jeonghan checked in after a moment as he came back to his senses.

"I'm shaking," you muttered shyly.

"Can you keep going, princess?" he asked, and you saw genuine care for you written in his eyes.

"Yeah," you decided, and nodded with your head. "I wanna keep going," turning your head to look at your boyfriend. "I want you now."

Joshua was still focused on you only, the smile that curved his lips causing your heart to explode. "Don't you want to rest, baby?"

"No," you looked at your lover as he pulled out of you his cock coated with your arousal and his cum, making you shudder at the sight. "No resting."

You turned on your belly, crawling on your hands and knees over to him. "Do you want me, Josh?" you asked with genuine curiosity.

"You know I do," he rasped, blinking slowly at you as his hand came up to caress your cheek. "I want you on all fours, bunny. Now."

Your heart twisted in your chest, obeying immediately you positioned yourself in the middle of the bed, while he swiftly discarded the rest of his clothes.

"That's my girl," Joshua praised when you lowered yourself on your elbows, arching your back for him.

A mewl escaped you when he ran his palm on your ass, parking it on the small of your back, before he nudged your entrance with the tip of his cock.

"Dirty girl," he tutted when Jeonghan's cum started dripping out of your slit, the sound of it dropping on the covers making you send a guilty look at your lover.

He had made himself a spot on the corner of your room, noticing that he discarded the hamper on the floor, so now he was sitting on the chair, legs spread, arms tucked over his head and holding onto the headrest. He smirked mischievously.

"My pretty bunny, who would've thought you'd be this fucking dirty," he whispered, sinking in his big cock inside you, so slowly you swore you could feel the veins of his shaft, the ridge beneath the bulbous head he had teased you with moments before.

"Mmnf," your fingers twisted on the bed covers as your boyfriend sheathed inside you in one go, causing more cum to drip out of your slit, down your folds and onto the covers. "Joshua," you mewled.

"Yeah, baby, that's my name," he replied with a cocky tone, his front hitting your ass slowly, but hard, rocking and pushing your body on the bed.

You dropped your forehead on the bed, rubbing the side of your face as you drowned out another lewd moan. "Fuck," you sighed, closing your eyes briefly to savor the pleasure you got from the hard thrusts, from the tip of his cock hitting that spot repeatedly.

His hand left the small of your back, and before you knew it he delivered a firm spank on your ass. "Say my name."

You winced, hot pain soaring through you, walls clenching around him. "Joshua," you called, your voice muffled by the soft covers of the bed.

You could hear your boyfriend gasping softly when your walls pulsated around his length. "Not good enough," he raised his hand, bringing it down on your ass harsher. "Again."

"Joshua!" you wailed, writhing slightly as the skin on your glute throbbed and tingled. Blinking the tears away, you found Jeonghan again, now the roles switched as he rolled his hand over the pink tip of his cock, pumping it slowly.

"That's better," he sighed out a raspy moan. "Fuck, you look so good like this."

You rested the side of your face on the covers once again, you knew you were growing tired, and you could feel the friction starting to feel like too much. "Sensitive," you muttered.

"Can you give me one more, baby?" you sneaked a look at your boyfriend's face. "Don't you want to take Jeonghan too?"

Your entire body burned at the prospect of having the two men you loved at the same time. "Yeah," you nodded, rubbing your tearstained cheek on the covers and craned your neck to look at your lover.

"That's my girl," Joshua sighed with a weak smile.

Jeonghan pushed himself to his feet, pressing a knee on the mattress as you propped yourself on your hands too. Your chin was cupped by one of his cold hands. "Open up for me, princess," his fingers pressed on your skin, pinching your chin softly.

Parting your mouth, you kept your eyes on his face as you pulled out your tongue for him to slide his heavy cock on, lips wrapping around him, making him sigh out a raspy moan.

"Fuck," he grunted as he started thrusting inside your mouth, his head hanging back once again, swallowing a high-pitch moan that had his throat bobbing. "Good girl."

Your walls fluttered erratically around Joshua's cock. "Mn, you like that, baby," he pointed with a breathy giggle, right before he started pushing inside you harder, his thrusts growing more demanding. Earning short, strangled moans from you. "You filthy girl."

Jeonghan's hand slid on your nape, fisting your hair to hold you still as he too started thrusting inside your mouth faster, deeper to shut your moans up when you started gagging around his cock. "God, baby, you take me so well."

Tears rolled down your cheeks, but you kept your eyes trained on your lover's face riddled by pleasure.

"Fuck, baby," your boyfriend sighed, and just by his tone alone you knew he was about to come too. "I need you to come."

"No, not yet," Jeonghan gasped, pushing his cock down your throat, his eyes wide in awe and lust. "Shit," he breathed, revelling at the state that you were in: fucked out, used, ruined.

Joshua responded with a weak laugh, and when you felt his hand slide from your lower back to your tummy you knew why. Your eyelids fluttered uncontrollably when his fingertips pressed on your clit, moving them in fast swirls, exactly in the way he knew you would come faster.

A strangled, high-pitched moan was muffled by Jeonghan's cock in your mouth tears brimming in your eyes and spilling rapidly. Your third orgasm came faster than the other two, making your inner thighs shake and your body nearly go completely limp.

"Fuck!" Joshua groaned, pushing his hips against your ass sloppily, thrusting ropes of cum deep inside you, mixing with Jeonghan's, your boyfriend's hand gripped one side of your waist.

"Cumming," Jeonghan whispered, spilling himself down your throat, stopping his thrusts sloppily and then the sweetest, rawest moans spilled from his pink lips. "So good."

Your lover pulled out of your mouth gently a second later, letting you clear your throat and breathe easily, whimpering pathetically when your boyfriend pulled out next. Your limbs were shaking, and you wanted nothing more than to crash onto the mattress.

"Baby, we need to clean up first," Joshua said, reading your body movements well. "Then we can rest."

"But I just–," you started but then you felt the wetness dripping down your thighs.

"Come on, baby," Jeonghan pinched your chin once again, nodding his head towards the door. "I'll get the shower ready."

"Let's go," Joshua giggled softly, scooping you from the bed in his strong arms and effortlessly cradling you in his arms despite your short squeal in protest.

Joshua left you on the shower floor, where Jeonghan was already testing the temperature of the water. "Ready?" he asked, smiling softly when he saw your face.

"I'm going to change the bed covers," Joshua announced, leaving you and Jeonghan alone in the bathroom.

"Are you okay, princess?" Jeonghan asked standing in front of you, his long black hair was wet, and he was trying to blink the wetness from his tears to keep looking at you.

"I'm okay," you responded, showing him a smile before you pushed his damp hair from his face. "Amazing, actually. You?"

Jeonghan giggled, his hands sliding on your back and parking on your waist. "Never better," he replied, and the honesty in his eyes was real. He pressed his lips against yours tenderly.

"Will you stay tonight?" you dared to ask, pulling away to busy your hands with the bottle of shampoo, pouring some in your hands to then rub it in your hair.

"Do you want me to stay, baby?" he asked, grabbing the bottle when you offered it to him.

"Of course," you said, shrugging. "The bed is big enough for the three of us."

That seemed to convince him, his lips pressed in a cute smile and he nodded. "Then I'll stay."

Joshua came back some minutes later, just as Jeonghan was stepping out of the shower. So in a second, they had exchanged spots.

"Come here, handsome," you muttered, grabbing his hand and now you took the time to rub shampoo on his hair.

"You're okay, bunny?" he asked, his pretty eyes roaming all over the features of your face.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, babe, I'm okay. Amazing."

"Why are you laughing?" he cocked the studded eyebrow.

"You two are very similar at times," you pointed and giggled again.

"Yeah," Joshua muttered pensively. "We've been told that before."

"So how will this work?" Jeonghan asked the following morning during breakfast, grabbing his iced latte from the table and taking a sip out of the straw, his lips pursing cutely.

"We can talk about the logistics after breakfast," Joshua said, slowly cutting his pancake into small bits. He sent a cautious look at you.

The open-air restaurant allowed the gentle summer breeze to caress the back of your neck, tousling the hair at the base of your head that your scrunchie could not hold in your bun.

"We can talk about it now," you nodded at him reassuringly.

"Okay, then," Joshua grabbed his napkin and pressed it to his mouth, pausing pensively before adding. "I think I'm okay if you guys date, or hang out. But I want videos of the things you do when you're together."

It was awfully subtle, it took you some moments to know what your boyfriend suggested, but Jeonghan understood immediately. "Of every single time?" he pushed his eyebrows up in mild disbelief.

"No, just the ones you think I would like to watch," he replied, and looked at you briefly. "Only if you're on board, baby, of course."

"Are you..." you looked to the tables surrounding you in precaution and leaned in to whisper: "Are you referring to sex?"

Joshua smiled broadly, his eyes wrinkling at the corners. "Yes, baby," he replied warmly, sneaking a hand under the table to give your thigh a gentle squeeze.

Jeonghan in turn, laughed out loud. "What else, princess?"

"I don't know," you mumbled shamefully, growing hot on your face. "Can I ask why?"

Joshua shrugged. "I think it will be hot. Besides, I don't want to feel left out when I'm away for work and you guys are having fun together, so…."

"Seems fair," you replied, nervously fidgeting at the straw of your banana strawberry smoothie.

"So you're on board, baby?" Jeonghan asked softly, eyeing you curiously as he continued eating the last bits of food from his plate.

"I'm in," you nodded, breathing out your excitement as you imagined what possibilities lied now that you were finally in a much clearer arrangement with both Jeonghan and Joshua. "I also think it will be hot," you said, though in a sheepish manner.

Jeonghan smirked, but in his eyes you could see that he was looking at you with fondness.

"Oh, no," Joshua breathed, reaching out for his shades he had left on the edge of the table and put them on, bending his head forward.

"What?" Jeonghan turned and you spotted the couple of fans holding up both cameras and phones in the direction to the table you were sitting at. "Fuck."

"Jeonghan, get her out of here," Joshua muttered, handing him the keys to his van, and you initially arched an eyebrow at his words.

"But they're just fans, baby, what is the problem?" you asked, and as your words got out, your mouth fell open in realization.

"There are rumors that I'm not single and I don't want them to target you in their fucking online gossip," he mumbled, pushing Jeonghan to go with a sharp nod of his head.

"But you're not single," Jeonghan frowned, and for once, he did not know what Joshua was referring to.

"I would like to keep people from snooping into my girlfriend's personal life because she has her life's work under anonymity," he retorted, and now he looked disturbed. There were more people outside joining in, some for mere curiosity, some were real fans.

"Let's go, princess," Jeonghan muttered at once, grabbing his phone and vape from the table and pocketing them. "I'll bring the car around."

Jeonghan grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the restaurant, displaying your laced hands to the Midnight Haze fans that were standing outside, looking at you and him, then continuing to wait expectantly for Joshua to come out. Which he did when Jeonghan texted him that he had brought the car around.

You saw how your boyfriend hesitantly waved at people taking pictures of him and asking for autographs, something he politely declined, running to the sliding door of his white van, closing it once inside, with a shocked expression on his face as he realized that his fame was growing exponentially fast.

Faster than he ever imagined, or even wanted.

✮ author's note: hi hi hi there! so now my semi hiatus was a little longer!! hehe did you miss me (●'◡'●) this took me longer than i expected so i hope you guys like it so, i felt like making this chapter a little longer to make up for my absence, and also because i really love jeonghan and joshua and i have been rotting away while trying to get this out anyways, ✮ STAY TUNED FOR PART THREE!! ✮ toodles buy me coffee? 🩵

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